exploring life and love with pictures and words
Short and sweet post today. . . If I could change this quote it would say . . . My life isn't perfect AND I am grateful. My life will never, ever be perfect. Nobody's life is. It is all those imperfections that have made life so interesting, one big giant lesson after another .... Continue Reading →
I wanted to title this post I'm sick of being grateful. . . or . . . The Universe is stupid. If you follow my blog you know that this month I'm highlighting gratitude, acknowledging life's little gifts and giving thanks. It's been a good exercise for me, adding positivity and happiness one day at a time. But recent days have been full of sad... Continue Reading →
David married into one of my favorite families, a family that I absolutely love and consider my family too. So, like them, he became family as well. Aside from a few extended visits, I saw him once, maybe twice a year, but we always picked up right where we left off, easy conversation and happy to see one another. With... Continue Reading →
Today I am grateful for serenity. A year ago I would not have recognized serenity if it hit me over the head. My life was messy and anything but serene. I participated in life as if it was an endurance test. I invited chaos into my home and my heart. I equated running around like... 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 →
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... Continue Reading →
1978 . . .In the very early hours on Friday of the Labor day weekend, I am approaching twenty-two long hours of labor. I am exhausted and somewhat delirious. The doctor examines me and sighs, "If you don't have this baby by 2:00, you're having a Cesarean." At 2:17 am, without surgery, my son arrives, all 9 pounds and 2 ounces. And just... Continue Reading →
I have an amazing memory. I remember details of appearance and setting, depth of emotion, and the impact and power of words exchanged. My long time girlfriends are both envious and terrified by this gift of mine. All I need is a small detail, a word, a picture in my head, and someone to say . . . Remember the time . . . Before... 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 →
My favorite exercise and escape is walking on the beach. I run across the highway to the trail and am greeted by the sunset. I squint my eyes, take a deep breath and shake off the day. This is my peace. My body quickly finds its rhythm, its pace, and my legs lead the way, allowing my mind to wander.... Continue Reading →
Bare Naked in Public 