Do you ever have that gnawing feeling that something is missing, but oookaaay refill my glass? Good morning! My turn to host the Christmas meal was not an epic fail, but I forgot to put out one of the main dishes. I’ll blame stress, and the person who arrived early with champagne. One sip and … Continue reading Christmas Re-Cap
Hello word allies. This morning, I write to you as I glide on my stationary recumbent bike (because that’s part of my physical therapy regimen.) The time exhausted as the sun ascends each day on this bike, I pass likewise, by developing my thumb muscles, clicking away as I pedal. At the hour's conclusion, I … Continue reading Hosting Christmas While Grinding Molars
Pardon me for this maudlin post. World news is too much. The U.S. government election was unfortunate. Personal discovery is disappointing. Life has got me down. This leaves the obvious topic; once again I will discuss Thanksgiving. Fear not leftover gorgers; before I hit publish, I will find something happy to focus on because that’s … Continue reading Post Thanksgiving Reflections
“The door to happiness opens outward.” ~Soren Kierkegaard Doors are the subject of countless quotes, and my favorite is Kierkegaard’s. A door opening outward exudes hope, promises escape, offers sunshine, air, and limitless possibilities. The last time I escaped through a door that opened outward, searching for happiness, I instead found groceries and lead footed … Continue reading Open the Door
Disclaimer: This is not a pleasant post. I’m not in my happy place. I’m not even in my- I can joke or rhyme my way out of this abyss, place. I don’t scorn all holidays. Okay, maybe I do. I detest some more than others depending on the year. My three most hated holidays are … Continue reading Mother’s Day– The H is Silent
I know everything is not about me, but this is my blog, so it kind of is. With everything happening to me as of late: hurricanes, fires, pandemics, earthquakes, sharknados, I have but one regret. I’m disappointed in myself because I’ve been writing so sporadically. My excuse is that I struggle with anxiety; lately, it's … Continue reading XLVII Days
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