They skip along the upper rail of the Jenny Lind black-spindled DaVinci crib. Soft pine meets sore gums. Once more when I passed it this morning, I couldn’t bring myself to erase them with mother’s magic, a black Sharpie. They’re behind my why, the reason I love what I love…
It’s been more than two years since I lost that night of sleep over this. If I were to create a new blog category for posts, it would be seasons, because surely I somehow skipped into a new one that allowed a little bit of time for this … an…
Five encounters. A raised chain stitch through them all. A dear friend I have not seen nor talked to in nearly five years. She texted the link to a Gary Brecka (human biologist and former actuarial professional) video about health pillars like breathing and spending time outside … sun and…
It has been some time since we put miles and several days’ distance between us and home. Hard to leave family, work, home, the call of spring planting and all the worries and what ifs in the rearview mirror. Complicated with a rescue pup, whose home is the two of…
Tired of a diet of crime TV, we’ve turned to music and sports documentaries. Among other inspirational themes, both deliver their takes on overcoming adversity. Shot, but not dead. Never give in and never give up. Fear is energy you can use. Last night’s look at the life of a…
I love to water plants early in the morning before the heat sets in. I remember a misty morning as a child, swinging, watching my grandmother water her flowers. I hope they were roses or peonies. I remember a friend telling her young son there are places in the world…