I was invited the other day into a child's play. What I mean is, I was in a classroom of preschoolers and there was a bright-eyed little girl who as playing by herself at the Lego™ table. She wasn't building anything specific, just sorting through to find all the square-shaped blocks. She looked up at … Continue reading Lessons from the Lego™ Table
I'm not done writing. Frankly, I hope I'm never done with it. Over the last few years, I've been thinking about writing, thinking about where to write, what to write about, how to turn this into more of a hobby...maybe. I guess I've been looking for inspiration. When I started this blog in 2013 it … Continue reading Do You Believe In Inspiration?
Throughout this entire, long, drawn-out, nasty campaign for the Presidency of the United States I have kept opinions to myself. I would not engage in ANY political discussions with anyone: family, friend, coworker or stranger in line at the grocery store. I even kept my mouth shut watching the third presidential debate with my husband … Continue reading Now What?
This week's photo challenge (Rare) got me thinking about how rare it is for me to have an elderly person in my life. Last week we took our friend and former neighbor, Lucille, out for her birthday--her 89th birthday! been in assisted living now for 3 years; since her third, and last, fall in her home. She does not have … Continue reading Lucille (weekly photo challenge)
Of late I've not been practicing what I preach, as the saying goes. I've gotten away from my daily practice of gratitude and it happened when I stopped blogging every day. Today, two V-8 knocks to my forehead reminded me that I've got to get back to writing every day and, more importantly, return to expressing my gratitude for … Continue reading Gentle Reminder or a Knock to the Head
When was the last time you wrote something substantive — a letter, a story, a journal entry, etc. — by hand? Could you ever imagine returning to a pre-keyboard era? I've been told many, many times that I have lovely handwriting. It probably comes from learning how to write "cursive" in first grade--Catholic school. I … Continue reading Writing with Pens and Pencils
My admiration for nurses began when I was 5 years old. I was brought to the hospital to have my tonsils taken out. I remember three things most: being in a room with several shiny cribs, that I was the only little girl in the room with other pediatric patients were, and my nurse: Nurse … Continue reading Thankful for Nurse Carol