Dressed in an odd assortment of non-matching attire, including my Dodgers cap, I left my house today to run errands. Post office followed by YMCA. Meaning I needed to wear gym clothes. I decided to take some photos at a spot I remember being quite scenic last year, as related to this particular season. So … More journey
I wrote this on Sunday. Just got around to posting today… This past week was a week. As in rather trying. Emotions and words and faces. Joys. Hopes. Memories. Voices. Smiles. Hugs. Thank yous. I’m sorries. I got up Wednesday morning feeling physically worse than I have in a long, long time. Headache. Emotionally drained. … More thoughts on the week
I was walking, on my way home after a run, and noticed something. A bright orange piece of paper on the ground. My neighbor’s yard, across the street. Very near the sidewalk, so it appeared to be trash. It was Tuesday, which is garbage day for us. I picked it up. Examined it a bit. … More discovery
I recently spent nearly a week in Boston. Then took a quick jaunt to Manhattan. By quick jaunt I mean I was there less than twenty four hours. I enjoy cities. This was my first time to visit Boston, and I liked it. Look forward to going back. I have now been to NYC four … More exp…
I enjoy growing things. As in plants. I am not exactly a crazy plant lady at this point in my life. But I dabble. Not generally a fan of dabblers, I am hesitant to admit it. Yet I did, just a couple sentences back. I am a dabbler when it comes to growing plants, flowers, … More bloom
I took a walk yesterday evening. I like to walk despite the fact I like to run. I came home after work, after teaching a piano lesson. And decided to walk. Even though. I had a dishwasher to unload. Clothes to fold. Emails to read and respond to. I decided to take a walk. Even … More the process
August marches on to a grand halt. Tomorrow is the end. And I have mixed feelings. I currently sit in a coffee shop. Pavement is the name. Located in Boston. It’s my third day in a row to sit here, in this very place. I have journaled. Thought. Talked a bit with my son. Drank … More halt
I wrote a blog entry when both my children were in high school, about how parenting is a series of good-byes. And in reality, the truer statement might be that life is a series of good-byes. People and places we love and care for. Which eventually, often times more than once, we have to tearfully … More there are places
I’ve had the conversation with my daughter numerous times. I tell her I believe the work I do is important. Imperative. And it’s fine that it’s not on the front lines. That I’m not loud or in someones face. That I feel my work is to be there in the day-to-day. In the neighborhoods. With … More all I’ve got
A while ago, maybe a year, maybe more, a friend of mine typed these words in a text message: Don’t look back. You can never look back. He was giving me advice in the form of song lyrics. Whether he remembers telling me this, I doubt. But I’m pretty sure he’d say the same thing … More never look back
Upon a Sunny Day 