SoCS: Neighbors

Have I told you lately that I love my neighbors? I do. I reside in a large apartment complex and my building contains six apartments. With the exception of very new neighbors (it’s the one apartment that’s seen a lot of turnover), everyone else has been hanging out together, helping one another, and becoming friends as we live our separate lives with work and family. It’s an unusual situation for me as I’ve not experienced this type of camaraderie withRead more

Gratitude: My Red Bike at the Haskell Street Barn

Originally posted on D.Katie Powell Art:
*alert: vampire child face, oops* I had a good childhood, raised by a single mom with an alcoholic dad who skipped, and three much older brothers who loved me dearly. I am GRATEFUL because I wasn’t around JD (what they called my dad), because he caused a lot of grief to my brothers, really, a bit nutty. I had three amazing older brothers.  Who needed a dad? We lived in one of the…

And the Answers Are…

Do you want answers to “What the Heck?” v.2? I just happen to have them for you, along with the naming of two winners. 1)  OWL PUKE.  M-R guessed the “what,” but MOSY inadvertently named it in her comment. I consider them both winners deemed worthy of my highest praise. You both rock and you are both science/weird humor geeks! Rock on with the owl puke! 2)  ORGANIC FARM EGGS.  Say what? That doesn’t make sense and, yet, it does.Read more

A Veer to the Left

When I looked, I knew I might never again see so much of the earth so beautiful, the beautiful being something you know added to something you see, in a whole that is different from the sum of its parts…what I knew was that the earth underneath was alive and that by tomorrow, certainly by the day after, it would be all green again.  ~Norman Maclean~  I don’t have expectations of green by tomorrow or the day after. It’s tooRead more

Pauline’s Dream

In my dreams, I envision a place. This is the place of my dreams, but it is not I do not want to be here, in the countryside Green pastures are of no use to me My dreams they are of family Wanting to be with family Walking barefoot through the garden Watching the men spread asphalt in the alley The smell of wine coming from the basement The smell of a German mother’s cooking emanating from the kitchen MyRead more

Contrary, Bitter, Rebellious and Loved

Mary, Mary, quite contrary, how does your garden grow? With silver bells and cockle shells, and pretty maids all in a row. Yep, Mary is the name (if you didn’t pick up on that before the nursery rhyme, you might need glasses or more coffee). I was prepared to counter the “quite contrary” with a rousing debate, until I read the meaning of Mary via Behind the Name. Usual English form of Maria, which was the Latin form of the New Testament GreekRead more