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It's All Relative
I hate to be trite, but sometimes the old sayings just can’t be said any better if worded another way. The one that comes to mind this morning is ‘everything is relative’. Judging where someone is today, in their career, with their accomplishments, and in life in general, is speculative at best if you have no idea where they started. Where someone ( Read more... ) -
Thoughts While Packing-up Christmas
You know that out-of-sorts feeling? It’s like a creeping fog of discontent, hovering around the edges of almost-happy, threatening to obliterate the fragile seedlings of enthusiasm you are trying to coax into full bloom. Just FYI - the fog usually wins, at least it did this holiday season. Christmas 2013 will go down in my personal history as the ( Read more... ) -
A Christmas Story
So… I bought this wooden train for J, my son, at an arts-and-crafts street fair in Dec, 1982. I was broke. It was my first Christmas divorced from his father. Buying this special gift for my son had great significance for me: I was buying it on my own, and it had substance; it was real... as in, not plastic, breakable, and fake ( Read more... ) -
Book Review: The School of Essential Ingredients
In an ideal marriage, two halves blend to create a more perfect whole, where individual characteristics complement rather than overpower each other. It’s a delicate balancing act, much like combining ingredients to create the perfect dish.
Lillian, the chef and proprietor of a small but elegant restaurant, runs a cooking school in the kitchen on ( Read more... ) -
THOUGHTS ON THE THRESHOLD
Rambling as the wheel of the year completes its rotation:
A new year, full of promise, tantalizes and teases from the pages of my freshly opened calendar. We wish each other Happy New Year, often with fingers crossed. Happiness is so elusive, and yet our expectations never change. A fresh new year, full of promise, is about to unfold before us. ( Read more... ) -
Random Thoughts on a Hot Desert Day
It's only April and we've already hit 102 here in glorious Tucson, AZ. Bloody Hell. The record-breaking 102 was about a week ago; this week the temps 'cooled' down to the mid 80s, giving us a respite until global warming proves the naysayers wrong and settles to stay until late October. I'm not ready for summer; I still have winter sweaters ( Read more... ) -
Good-Bye Gabby
I was too horrified and numbed by the violence to cry on the day she was shot, but today, watching Congress say good-bye as our Gabby resigned, the tears flowed. To me, she represents everything that is good in politics today, and there isn't much these days to feel good about ( Read more... ) -
THE TWELVE DAYS OF NEW YEAR'S (long, ramble of an essay)
I never open a new wall calendar until New Year’s Day. A new calendar is a fresh start to a new year, filled with promise, and I relish the anticipation. I release the calendar from the bounds of the clear wrap, and turn the pages for each month, taking time to absorb each stunning photograph and to note the dates of birthdays and anniversaries ( Read more... ) -
Lyrics of Life
The spray from the garden hose plays across the stand of Louisiana Iris. I close my eyes and make believe that the rhythmic splash is falling rain. The swish of Mesquite leaflets, brushing against each other in the staccato bursts of breeze, combine with the ‘rain’ to create a melody. The beat of small rocks, freed by the scrambling feet ( Read more... )
