Disclaimer: No child or pet were harmed during the making of this photo. All are available on Amazon, well, not the kids or the dog. 🙂
One of “my” kids, who just turned three, had NO desire to be part of my shenanigans (smart fella). So “Cole,” my 13 year-old mini Aussie stepped in on the fly. He might be licking his chops but no, he didn’t eat Ten.
Mark Brown’s Muscle for the Middle When did we become the old ones in the weight room? For those of us dipping a toe into middle age, we are fortunate to be part of the first generation of exercisers exposed to the great value of strength training. Prior to the 1990s, the weight room was […]Muscle for the Middle: Solutions and Substitutions to Stay Strong! — Mark Brown Fitness
I’m so pleased to repost and follow my trainer’s new blog. Mark is the real deal when it comes to knowing about strength and fitness. Twenty plus years ago, Mark taught me how to box – a passion I will continue until my last huffing breath.
If you are interested in staying fit and healthy, follow along with him!
Differing perspectives can make for plenty of challenges between people – but it’s what makes us unique.
I found this image in my old art portfolio book.
This is a quote from one of my favorite books, “The Secret Life of Bees,” by Sue Monk Kidd.
I don’t know about you, but I think we could all use a few more soft cloud-cloths these days. The rough only tumbles the soul and turns the melodies into unharmonious discord. Agree?
Recently, I’ve been doing a lot of postings of encouragement to other writers on Instagram. I think one of the reasons is because part of me is really nervous about receiving my editor’s notes on my latest manuscript. I go from “Why isn’t she finished? Where is her email?!” to “Oh, good, I don’t have her comments yet and I don’t have to begin the tedious process of editing.”
I know that once I begin the process, I will be in another place in time. I will forget where I put things (more often), forget the wet towels in the dryer, not return phone calls, postpone going full-mask to the grocery store, etc.
But I will press on, do what needs to be done, then beg forgiveness to those I have ignored.
I didn’t really mean for the painting to come out so pristine-ish (note the perfectly rounded left tree). However, I’ve grown to love the fairytale quality – a place of perfection where nothing can go wrong.
Oh little child, your hunger grows
for things outside your world of woes
gangs and morsels you feed upon
to gather strength and carry on.
Sirens bellow, flashing lights
weaken so the appetite
windows now your only shield
from who you are and what you feel.
Watching how the colored clothes
come together in violent pose
feeling it’s your only chance
you turn away and start to dance.
Pelvis thrusting, rapid feet
arms are flailing to the beat
letting go of all you fear
you dance until you disappear.
I wrote this many years ago when I taught in a low income early childhood center. My eyes opened. My heart squeezed.