As a child, my favorite Christmas ornaments were birds. For some reason, I thought that birds belonged in trees and they were the perfect décor for a Christmas tree. As an adult, my tree sports keepsake ornaments from my husband’s family and a few gifts, but otherwise, our […]
This week, instead of writing about my life right now, I wanted to share it in pictures. Despite the snow showers we are having every few days, it is still spring. I’m sorry if the photo quality isn’t up to my usual standards, these were all taken with […]
Parrots are social animals and prefer to gather in flocks; they don’t enjoy being alone. Sometimes, they need the reassurance that their flock is there, even out of sight. That’s when you hear a flock call. A flock call is a little sound they make just to check […]
No matter how much I dread it, Christmas comes every year, like it or not. For years as a child, I was sick every Christmas. I recall coughing all night every night for weeks before the holiday and a while after. My asthma made me cough continuously, and […]
A friend of mine called me “emotionally independent” the other day, and I smiled. It wasn’t always this way. When I was divorced the first time, I blamed it on my husband– he was a wingnut. When I divorced the second time, I questioned myself; he was a […]
Linus has the right idea. When things are tough, we all want a soft blanket and a thumb. When I was a child, I didn’t have a blanket to carry. I had some small cloth dolls that fell apart in a few years. I had a revolving door […]
The holidays strike a chord with me, but I can’t say it’s always harmonious. I have a lot of resistance to the commercial aspect of the holidays, the secular Santa Clause, and the customs that some people are quite devoted to that I am not. I hate shopping […]
Everyone has their own way of looking at a life, and we rarely see the same thing when we view the same situation. Where one person will see a bland picture, another will see it differently, finding beauty. Who we are affects what we see. The NRA sees […]
When my father was diagnosed with leukemia, we could have denied his illness, kept a happy face, and asked him to take endless rounds of chemotherapy that made life increasingly more difficult to endure. Instead, we accepted that the illness and the treatment were equally difficult to handle. […]
