I was a young woman in the mid to late 1970’s. A fairly strong gust of liberation had blown through the decade previous. Those of us who embraced it thought that the winds of change were going to make it a better place for us, our mothers, and our future daughters. Then there were the women sitting next to me in Women’s Lit class. They were specifically sent … Read More Glass Shoes Are Not For Tap Dancing
Category: Touches The Heart
I own a business. Well I own parts of a business. I have written about this briefly here, but about 18 months ago my business was forced into a hiatus. I spend a lot of time, when I’m not working my other jobs, at the shop I am rebuilding. This winter morning, as the wind blew around the streets, I started to think about perpendicular lines. Maybe that second hot toddy last … Read More Perpendicular Lines
I started writing this blog at the end of July. I was looking for a way to get back to it; to find my voice. Motivated by many things, I took a leap into the internet blogging world with absolutely no idea what I was doing. Honestly, I still don’t. I watched what others did and used them as silent mentors. Echoes In The … Read More I Made It To 100 – For The Sake Of Old Times
I worked in business for 20 years. Safely ensconced at a desk job,I brought my half of the income home and managed that, along with my husband’s half, into a comfortable life. We recycled twice a week, took our vitamins, joined the health club, and didn’t use pesticides on our garden. We bought organic t-shirts and broccoli, I drove a Subaru wagon, and we tried … Read More The Complacent Liberal
It’s not really writers block, it’s more writer’s recession. I swear to all that is holy, I will put out 600 words today, or I will sleep on he floor tonight.I won’t sleep on the floor, but I will roundly chastise myself in front of friends and family.They always find it amusing, and I do want to make them happy during the holidays. It’s like … Read More On Writing: I Am Typing Until I Have Something
I was the chaperone mom. The one that the teachers could count on to wrangle the 5th and 6th grade boys into the class trip corral so that learning met experience. On one such excursion, we spent the entire night at the Minnesota Zoo on a sleep over. The girls slept by the fish tank and the boys by the dolphin tank. I spent the night on the … Read More For even as He loves the arrow that flies, so He loves also the bow that is stable.
Originally posted on My Life As A Slinky:
It’s true. For better and for worse, we carry these two things with us where ever we go. No matter how much we love them, are frustrated by them, or even hate them at times, they always follow us. I don’t fight these two things. In fact, I accept them both in my life with great…
Things I Am Exhausted By: Tuna fish casserole, Glen Beck, and pot holes. Cold hands, cold feet, and lack of sleep. Paper work, broken pens, and screaming dorks. Travis Tritt, hollowness, and olive pits. Bad gin, used shoes, and not enough sin. Wanting a cigarette and craving Fritos. Not having a cigarette, yet still craving Fritos. Things I Never Get Tired Of: Steely Dan, Danny Kaye, and stealing kisses. Dark chocolate, red … Read More Some things in life you never get tired of, and some things are just exhausting
I’m just not feeling it yet. You know the cookie-baking-ho-ho-merry-merry-gift-wrapping-“Swing-by my-house-tomorrow”-extravaganza that we are about to take part in the next 4 weeks. This has happened to me many times before.I know what to expect. Years upon years of retail and food have worn me down to mere stubble in the beard of all you Santa reincarnates. I’m not a Scrooge. I adore the intimate moments … Read More Anticipation And The Past – OR – Here We Go Again, Another Holiday Post.
What is an average day? It differs for all of us. Some of us sit in an office, and some behind a counter. Some of us stand behind a stove, and yet others drive all day going from one place to another. My definition of average has changed over the past 16 months. I’ve gone from running one business to working at two, and … Read More When She Held Out Her Hands
A time traveler. Cocksure and brave, I would travel through the smoke and mirrors of space and time finding all the good and bad of the past. Living history one scandal, one disaster, and one war at a time. The problem, of course, is that along with the greatness would come the sadness. While I was bathing myself in the passion of Beethoven, the devastation of the great … Read More I Wish I Were
I saw her speak in 2004. She was pure grace in its truest sense of the word. In a recent interview, she answered the question “Why do you write?” I touches on perfection. We write for the same reason that we walk, talk, climb mountains or swim the oceans- because we can. We have some impulse within us that makes us want to explain … Read More Thoughts On Writing From Maya Angelou