Happiness. It's relative.
Not worry about the destruction of American democracy. I am working very hard to turn my despair about what’s going on into action. Making those calls, going to town halls, showing up at demonstrations, and trying to encourage other folks to do the same… Continue Reading “5 Things I Wish I could Do More Everyday Friday Round-Up”
In the mid-fifties, my dad rented a semi-truck and hired two guys to load it with all the stock in his Ben Franklin store. He’d broken his lease, and he didn’t want the building owner to confiscate all the merchandise in lieu of unpaid… Continue Reading “Failure, TVs, and Tattoos”
Peanut butter. Not always, not every time, but this week, it was peanut butter that saved me. Well, using the peanut butter to make PB&J sandwiches for Street Angels bag lunches. It’s my go-to this winter: PBJ sandwiches, chips, string cheese, and Oreos. Five… Continue Reading “The Zen of PB&J”
The man next to me in a meeting today complimented my calves. There was conversation that led up to this that had to do with my knee-high boots, whether they were leather, and that there was a stretchy portion to accommodate, you know, healthy… Continue Reading “I Lost Them All Friday Round-Up”
Polish your boots. They’re not going to polish themselves. And stop thinking that not polishing them makes them and you look more badass than you are. You can be badass and have polished boots. You can be a polished badass. The best kind. Besides,… Continue Reading “My New Year’s Eve Message”
To say, “I guess so,” sounds like I had no goals a year ago or that I’m so stuck in repetition that I can’t imagine life being different in a year. But, yeah, I guess so. I pictured more of the same. I like… Continue Reading “Picture This: The Same Only Next Year”
If my dad was asked this question, he’d say that he hoped people would say he was a good provider. But what he really wanted to hear was that ‘he was smart and good lookin.’ Say hey, good lookin’ – what ya got cookin’?How’s… Continue Reading “Smart and Good Lookin’”
Let’s see. My two favorite things to wear would probably be my hiking boots with a really thick pair of socks. Here is a current photo. In other news, there’s not much hiking in the woods going on around here. We are still living… Continue Reading “Hiking the Paths of Knee Camp”
Harriet Tubman, an enslaved person who escaped slavery and then helped seventy other people do the same – that’s who I’d want to meet. I’d sit on a chair on her porch and keep my quiet, wait for her to tell me what she… Continue Reading “She, Who Could Say How It Was”
Nope. I trust my judgment but not my instincts. My judgment feels like my rich uncle’s library, shelves of books to the high ceiling, a ladder on wheels to roll to the right section, brown leather chairs with lamps glowing yellow on cherrywood tables,… Continue Reading “The Bindings of Books”
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