exploring life and love with pictures and words
As we gather to celebrate the season we share our stories. In my own life there are so many reasons for joy; good friends, a close-knit family, my precious grandkids, and a healthy mind, body and spirit. Many people in my life have equally good reasons for joy. Their happiness is my happiness. There are... Continue Reading →
Have you ever run into someone you haven’t seen in ages, or met up with friends for a happy hour and been greeted with a non-compliment? You know, a comment that expresses an observation or states a fact about one’s appearance but is a few words shy of being an honest to goodness compliment. Still... Continue Reading →
Barefoot, I step on the wooden bead. I grab my foot and rub out the pain in my arch. A few days ago the elastic in my bracelet broke, scattering brown beads all over the dark hardwood floor. Collecting them into a baggie I was bound to miss one. My foot still smarting I pick... Continue Reading →
The weather has been beautiful in recent weeks, warm enough for shorts and summer dresses. I dig through a makeup bag searching for a second elastic band for my hair. Too lazy to search before today, I’ve been donning the single side pony tail, very 80’s. But I’m ready for pigtails. They look better. At... Continue Reading →
Sipping my coffee, I assess the postcards that lay before me on the small counter top. I am purposeful about choosing the right card for the right person, imagining which photograph in the bunch might be their favorite. Luca always gets the unusually shaped ones or those with Italian words written across them. His momma... Continue Reading →
And the daily gratitude posts continue . . . Today I am especially grateful for my friends, ALL of my friends. I recognize that social media has broadened the definition of friendship. I sometimes refer to a friend as a Facebook friend, distinguishing them from those I might see on a regular basis, my longtime... Continue Reading →
Generally, I do not save things. I have a one year rule . . . If I haven't worn it, used it, or looked at it in a year's time, I want someone else to enjoy it. So I give clothes to charity, furniture to friends, and leave neatly boxed odds and ends in my alley for the "alley people." ... Continue Reading →
A few years ago a woman I hardly knew gave me a small handmade journal, bound with string and buttons, and covered with fabric and seashells. Her name was Mary. We met at a gathering of mutual friends. Playing cards and sharing a bottle of red wine, we laughed, and told stories about our lives. She asked about my work, and seemed... Continue Reading →
Bare Naked in Public 