Where I’m going is not necessarily up to me. Unless. Unless I disregard the good of all others but myself. Then I can decide. I’ve always wondered why everyone doesn’t live in San Diego. It was six degrees in my town this morning. Why would I choose to be here? I am a warm weather … More where?
This morning my daughter and I celebrated the recent news of her foreign exchange placement. She is going to the Czech Republic next school year. She is excited and relieved to finally know where she’ll spend her year abroad, as am I and the rest of our family. We had croissants at National Boulangerie, a … More celebration in the midst
This is the harshest January I remember. It’s beyond cold outside. The ground is covered in snow. Navigating the streets is not easy. More harsh weather is forecasted. Like the outdoor elements, I am cold myself. Figuratively freezing inside, like a brisk wind is blowing through my mind. Frazzled, feeling like something fragile that’s … More brisk
Lonely. Icy. Gray. It’s not yet Winter. The season changes officially on December 21. Yet it’s cold, literally below freezing outside my home. So, it might as well be. I’m not sure exactly why, but Winter disheartens me. I’m a bit afraid of it. It’s unpredictable. It’s dark more than it’s light. It brings the … More not yet winter
Upon a Sunny Day 