The Bees Knees
Do your knees make noises when going up steps? Do you devise a game plan for sitting down? Does it take a village to hoist you up from a chair? If so, you may need a new knee.
The Beauty Project
I’m not talking about Grace Kelly beauty or about getting a hair and make-up makeover, but a very different kind of beauty. Life isn’t always pretty. Every day we are bombarded with images that are dark, depressing, bleak and ugly. It seems that ugliness is slowly taking over our lives. So, years ago, my sister and I decided to take a photo of just anything we found particularly beautiful during our hectic day, and then text each other our ‘beauty’ photo at the end of the day.
My Dad’s Slippers
After Dad died, my mom felt it was important to give each of her ten children a little something that belonged to him. My parents spent their lives raising children, working hard, and enjoying grandchildren and retirement.
I Only Know
Don’t mistake the beginning for the end,
the guardian for your keeper,
or the apogee for the soothing beauty of the trek.
Today’s Movie Experience
Today’s movie-going experience is very different from that of years ago. Long gone are the majestic Art Deco movie theatres of my youth.
Erma Bombeck: The Master of Words, Wit, and Whimsy
Do you remember Erma Bombeck, the witty, wise writer of personal essays for mainstream magazines and bestselling books? She was an inspiration for me, not only for life, but also for writing.
The Name Game
I got to thinking about why a parent chooses a name and if it has any bearing on the trajectory of the child’s life.
Have you reached your tipping point?
The tipping dilemma is on everyone’s mind these days. Do I tip when I drive through a Starbucks? Do I tip when I pick up a pizza I ordered over the phone? So, when did we become so tip crazy in America? Have we reached our tipping point?
Putting the World on Notice
As we welcome another New Year, most of us engage in self-reflection.
Hands Tell a Story
Our hands are an extension of our invisible souls, the visible markers on the road of life. They are as unique as individual lives and reveal the complexity of ordinariness. From giving to receiving, dirty to bedazzled, folded or fisted, they are indications on our personal highway.
Happy New Year
What a year it has been for five women who took a leap of faith and started this blog.
A Visit from St. Nicholas
'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house. Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse;
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there;
Christmas Magic
Our family was not a C and E family. No, we were the real deal. We came to church every Sunday, not just on Christmas and Easter. My mother had been a religious education major when she met my dad in college, and his family was descended from a line of Lutheran ministers that could be traced all the way back to Germany and the reformation.
Across the Miles
When your immediate family lives far away, it can be an issue. Do you stay put or move closer to them?
Dressed for the Occasion
Looking back at photos from a few generations ago, it is readily apparent that things were different then. For one, these yesteryear pictures reflect stylish and elegantly dressed individuals. The contrast to the present could not be starker.
An Unwelcome Guest
Unexpected, uninvited, unwelcomed. That’s Charlie. In 2015, he intruded into our family’s life and left three years later. Good riddance to bad rubbish.
My History as a Reader
As a retired Language Arts teacher, I can’t help but take a nostalgic pause when leaves begin to fall and brand, new boxes of colorful crayons fill the supermarket shelves.
