Tag: #life

Life – Just stay on

Life is a carousel, don’t you think? We go round and round, a circle of life,  trying to catch the best parts. Sometimes, the ride is slow, like one at a kiddie park. Or maybe the ride never starts. Perhaps something is broken, the belt…

The reflected image of my life

Serendipitously, I looked over toward the mirror in my bathroom and saw this — the reflected image of my past with my husband and kids — a reminder of where we were and how far we’ve come. As I like to say, “there goes…

Survival of the fittest

They pulled themselves out of the gutter and thrived with satisfaction.

If only…

… this tree could speak. Yes, this is ONE tree, not a cluster. I imagine it to be between 300 and 500 years old. If it could talk, it would tell me about my great-great grandparents who immigrated to America from Germany in the…

Is the third time a charm?

  What words then do I write When the ink is not to trust? A plethora of letters yes! The thoughts, themselves, disgust. Do I have words left to say That will not cause alarm? Can I wake and try again The third, perhaps, a charm?…

When life doesn’t listen, don’t give up – a personal story

A long time ago, when I wore these tiny boots, I didn’t know who or what I would grow up to be. What I did visualize at a young age, was that, no matter what, I would be a mother. But life doesn’t always listen to…

Maybe if I stay real still …

Carolyn won’t notice I’m in her koi pond.

You know those times …

… when you think you’ve learned all you’re capable of learning, and then, something wonderful happens? Today, me, the non-sewer, finished my granddaughter’s dress. The seams are wonky, it’s a little too big (falls off the shoulder), the back hem is longer than the…

Get out your spray cans!

Yesterday, I finally went to Graffiti Park. Castle Hill (the Castle itself once was once a Military Institute) was supposed to be a building development. It failed but the concrete walls remained. So, guess what sneaky graffiti artists did? They painted. And painted. Now,…

Our winged visitor

A Carolina wren found a place for her nest on top of our garage door opener! Hope she doesn’t mind the racket!