Wishful thinking and wildest of dreams…
i. Living in Germany this year has ignited a passion to learn. To gain command of a new language, to study the great masters in art and architecture, to retain not only U.S. history but world history... My appetite has been teased and my tastebuds...
Oh SNAP! I don’t wanna bug you with bargains galore, but this one’s crazy redunkulous!
You know when something's marked down and then you get an additional percentage off and IT'S LIKE YOU WON THE LOTTERY? This is one of those. I promise I'll stop doing these bargain posts as soon as retailers stop offering fantastic deals--WHY do they...
Great Gift Ideas for Older Teens and College Students
Join Amazon Student FREE Two-Day Shipping for College Students Since I've got two in high school and one in college, people often ask me what in the world you buy for this age group. My list of tried and true graduation gifts is a great place to start for ideas;...
Collateral damage in bits and pieces
- i - I was headed toward the cashier when I noticed him: a man wearing baggy pants, a black raincoat and a skittish demeaner. His eyes surveyed the check-out area, but it was the way he patted the outside of his right pants pocket that made me...
She’s really something special
I admire artists who are pursuing their dream: Creating beauty and sharing it with the world, with the hope that following their passion can translate into sustainable business. It's the last part that is so hard--earning enough for your...
Freebies from Starbucks and Chili’s
1) WAKE UP CLARK! 2) Emily, COME BACK! 3) Jana, we miss you! There's this eclectic group of friends I meet with from time to time, WAY TOO EARLY IN THE MORNING and whenever one of us thinks to invite the others. Social media and coffee is our...
Life’s metaphor: on tasting the sweet gift of lemons
Sometimes life doesn't go as expected. Like l i t e r a l l y, just now. Sitting at the bar in our kitchen beginning to write, I had just said my goodbyes as the boys headed out the door. Thomas reached for his book bag, the one mindlessly slung on our...
Cinnamon: a (poetic) December abstraction
Cinnamon Burnished talc, I'd mistake it for cocoa if not for its scent, tell-tale and irresistible Pied Piper, spice-song filling the air, in anticipation they follow invisible tether, a chorus of "Mmmm, that smells good!", their love-song back...
Hardly the “help”…
When I was a little girl, I didn't know any better; I asked her if her blood was brown. Looking back, it wasn't a fair question - my blood wasn't white for heaven's sakes. It wasn't that I judged her skin color,...