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Recently I’ve been questioning if writing is what I really want to do at this stage in my life.  I don’t want to work for an employer.  I’ve  worked mostly for others from the time I was 13 until I was 70.   Now is the time I want to find meaning and purpose through something I’m passionate about.  Is it my passion to write, and if so, why does my computer remain idle for days and weeks on end?  Not long ago I met with a friend and fellow writer to compare notes on the progr

Back in the day before there were thrift stores there were junk stores.  Nothing was cleaned up or organized.  There weren’t even price tags on things.  The prices were more a matter of discussion.  Everything  was just all thrown together on shelves to be rummaged through.  Those were the good old days when a trip to the junk store became an exciting treasure hunt.  At least that’s how I felt when I left the store with grimy hands, a big grin on my face and feeling quite cle

Serendipity, I love it.  I love how it sounds, how the word skips off my tongue when I say it and I especially love how it feels when serendipity is at play in my life.   When I was a little girl, I believed in fairies.  There was magic in that belief.  I don’t know when I stopped believing in fairies, but it was probably a good thing I did if I wanted to be taken seriously as an adult.  Now I quietly find my magic in serendipity. The occurrence of chance events that have b

Originally, I thought my attitude was simply due to human nature in that when I was frightened my automatic response was fight instead of flight.  It certainly wasn’t a well thought out response.  I was just 5’2” tall and weighed 107 pounds, so obviously common sense wasn’t at play here.           One time when I was 18 years old, I was walking downtown to pick up the family car from the police station where my brother worked as a dispatcher.  I wanted to make a quick trip t

Old women don’t have to be quiet, and already at four years old I was looking forward to being old enough to have the right to speak my mind loud and clear, with or without the use of spoken words.  It was obvious to me that with age came the privilege of speaking up, being listened to and being taken seriously.  I had learned by watching my older brothers that children were to be seen and not heard.  I knew beyond any doubt that I would not be able to get away with talking

The Backstory For “Saying Good-Bye to Houston" Off and on I’d thought about leaving Houston and returning to the Pacific Northwest where I’d grown up.  Then two things happened that made me decide that was the right thing for me to do.           First, Hurricane Harvey hit Houston in 2017.  Although my house was undamaged by the wind and untouched by flood waters, the damage from Harvey took its toll.            The air quality of Houston became increasingly toxic to a lot

Leaping feet first into new adventures makes me feel fully alive.  I love it! As I am nearing my 76 th year, alive is a great way to feel.  I’ve never been one to over think what might go wrong when deciding to take my life in a new direction.  When new possibilities have presented themselves to me, I’ve simply said, “Oh yeah!  Let me give that a try.”  I have done this often throughout my life, and overall, it has served me well.  (More about that in future blog posts.)    

The dresser in my room and the mirror behind it are covered with memory jogging treasures.  There are pictures of my parents and grandparents.  The oil lamp that sat in the middle of the dining room table as I was growing up, the sole remaining plate from my mother’s wedding china, the three girls on a sled, given to my mother by a neighbor when she was a little girl, around 1914.  Among all the items on my dresser the one that stands out to me the most today is my grandmothe

Here it is, 58 years later, and I’m finally realizing I’ve wasted way too much of my life by wanting to do this, wanting to do that,...

There have been times in my past when removing old, chipped nail polish and replacing it with a fresh, new vibrant color seemed like the...

I used to pick and choose what I wanted to hear.  Now that I’m older I’d have to get hearing aids if I still wanted to be that picky....