I’m having another one of Those moments, Sitting in the serenity Of my backyard At quiet evening, With the sun shining, The birds singing, The grass and trees lush, The … Continue reading Enjoy the peace.
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Every little thing is big.
This weekend, I planted pansies and lavender and other flowers into pots for the exterior of our house. Spring has finally sprung! It was the first year that my daughter … Continue reading Every little thing is big.
Who cares?
Have you ever had a certain song lyric just really hit home for you? I don’t know if this is peculiar, but I’ve had a particular affinity for any song … Continue reading Who cares?
Belly of the Beast, encore edition.
Lots of lessons were learned the hard way on Monday this week. Or, if not learned anew, certainly refreshed. Lesson #1: I can do hard things, but, I don’t always … Continue reading Belly of the Beast, encore edition.
Part of every journey is the end.
It may seem odd to start off the new year with a blog post about an end, when everyone is focusing more on beginnings, but it’s taken me this long … Continue reading Part of every journey is the end.
Tread lightly.
I had a weird dream last night. I had people over for Christmas (which could easily be the weird part in itself, since we’re Jewish and don’t celebrate Christmas at … Continue reading Tread lightly.
Whatever happened to predictability?
Some of you may recognize that the title of this post is actually the opening lyric to the theme song of a beloved 1990s sitcom. I’ve seen every episode of … Continue reading Whatever happened to predictability?
No rules.
There are no rules during the holiday season – or in any season, actually – which dictate that you cannot be both sad and thankful, or both irritated and gracious, … Continue reading No rules.
Want.
Recently, I’ve been having a little trouble with a person who’s been expressing that they want me to move my boundaries and reconnect with them. (No, it’s not my mother, … Continue reading Want.
There are days.
There are days when every heartbeat triggers a memory. Days when the opening notes of a song will bring me back to experiences I can’t bear to revisit. Days when … Continue reading There are days.
Journeys in the Dark 