True confession – I had no idea what to blog about today until I received a text from one of my daughters. It was this picture of baby geese on their first flying attempt. Her text accompanying the picture said something along the lines of ‘How can you not feel like you can accomplish anything…
I confess I’m one of those (obnoxious?) people who, even though I know you’re trying to avoid eye contact as you pass me on the street, will flash a big smile when you get close to accompany my bright “Good morning!” You may ignore me. You may grumble/mumble a response to my unexpected greeting. But…
I LOVE blueberry picking. I love it for several reasons. 1) It is something my husband and I do each year – just the two of us. 2) Blueberries are delicious and wonderful to eat right off the plant or out of your favorite berry bowl. AND!!!! 3) I hear the best snippets of conversations EVER!…
Many of us were raised with the parental phrases “Clean Your Plate!” and “Don’t waste food – there are children starving in China.” My earliest thought of helping “those less fortunate” may have been my selfless desire to send my broccoli to some of those starving children. From a health perspective, I realize that ‘cleaning…
I confess that eating my vegetables is something that I have to make a point of doing. I don’t care for most cooked vegetables. If the texture is less than crisp and it’s not corn-on-the-cob, you’ve pretty much lost me. I do enjoy salads with a variety of raw veggies and I continue to add…
I assume I’m not the only one who is less-than-thrilled about heading back to the workplace after a long weekend. But we all know getting happy, getting fierce, and getting moving is a choice. All I need is a bit of an attitude adjustment to make that happen. This video from the Atlanta Police Department,…
Anybody missing a little something where there used to be more eyebrow? You probably have never thought of me as a poet – and chances are good this poem won’t change your thinking. But you just might be able to relate! I call this literary work: THE SHIFTING SANDS OF HAIR:…
Both of my parents drink their coffee hot and black. Thus, in my world, REAL coffee drinkers drink it black. I don’t like black coffee – so I didn’t drink it. Well, except for an occasional ‘cheat” when I accepted a doctored-up version because coffee was what a host was serving or when inexplicably drawn…
The other morning I made my granddaughter cry as we got ready for school and her 5th Grade Recognition Ceremony, backed down the driveway directly into a parked UPS truck on the road, arrived late for work and distribution of ‘high visibility’ monthly reports, and had three messages from my 79 year old papa regarding PET scan scheduling…
I confess, I’m a sucker for the word ‘easy.’ It’s one of those special words – like ‘just.’ (As in: I’ll just have the 16 oz. steak, loaded baked potato, and heavily buttered roll. Clearly the use of ‘just’ indicates you could have ordered more – thus, you have saved calories by the mere utterance…