exploring life and love with pictures and words
Light rain falls, red tail lights glow as far as the eye can see, traffic crawls on the 405. A steady low rumble reminds me that I am driving on my spare, a result of a punctured tire the day before. Windshield wipers smear the silty scum across the glass blurring my view, blades need... Continue Reading →
Entering my house through the back door, I quickly climb the stairs to the second floor. I run through the living room and into the kitchen, stopping at the sink to rinse the remnants of the protein shake from my water bottle. I wipe my wet hands on my shorts, glance at the clock and... Continue Reading →
Driving south on Pacific Coast Highway, the four mile stretch between Sunset Beach and Huntington, I take in the beauty of the wetlands and the ocean. On any given day, I can catch a glimpse of a Snowy Egret, Blue Heron, or Pelicans flying in formation. Dogs run and play on the beach, and more... Continue Reading →
Sitting at my desk on a very hectic Monday, fast and furiously typing emails, my cell phone lights up and a text appears from a girlfriend, You’ve been pretty quiet this weekend are you OK? Still typing, I smile realizing that she is referring to my social media inactivity, happy that someone is checking on... Continue Reading →
Celebrating a year of blogging with another reblog. I’m going to a wedding today, a young lady I’ve known since she was born. This post is for her. ❌⭕️❌⭕️
Truth . . . I am an incurable romantic. I love all things ridiculously sappy. I believe in soul mates, love at first sight, happy endings, and love that lasts forever. I used to be a closet romantic. Being a child of the 70s, the era of I am Woman, hear me roar, I felt slightly embarrassed by my romantic notions. So I kept them on the down-low, until I discovered social media. I am unsure of exactly how or when I revealed my secret to the world, but I am certain that regular over-sharing to my 357 Facebook friends played a role. In the end, no regrets . . . I had freed my romantic soul.
As a lover of love , one of my favorite guilty pleasures includes lying on the sofa and watching anything romantic. Mindless channel surfing can come to a screeching halt as soon as I spot Meg Ryan dewy-eyed, hopelessly looking for love. An old classic can reel me in as well . . . . . An Affair…
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A Midwest summer afternoon, the weather report promises a day hotter than yesterday and a good dose of humidity; I happily trade the breezes of southern California beaches for any time spent with my mom’s family, my family in Wisconsin. The garage wide open, decorated with photographs, and crepe paper streamers, my sister Susy and... Continue Reading →
Being a bit of a neatnik, I am bothered by stacks of anything, laundry, newspaper, dishes. Even the neatest and most organized stacks eventually get on my nerves. These piles are just the last stop before finding a place in a drawer, a closest, the garage, a new home, or in some cases, the garbage.... Continue Reading →
Rushing into the train my sister leads the way climbing the stairs to the dining car. Six of us quickly spread out, laying purses and backpacks on the seats to save places for friends who will be joining us as we travel south to Del Mar. Behaving like teenagers, we glance at one another, sending... Continue Reading →
Bare Naked in Public 