This morning I was greeted on Facebook with the unexpected and shocking loss of a friend out here on the Cape. I’ve known her for over twelve years. She was a vibrant woman in her fifties and she should not be gone from this earth. She had one grand child whom she watched a few . . . → Read More: More Dealing
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When I first accepted my illustrating project the excitement wore off as soon as I started to begin the actual work and fear set in. Fear that I couldn’t do it fast enough. I had a lot of learning to do. Learning that had to be done at my own pace. So I set a . . . → Read More: Deadlines, Time & Space My schedule for the last three weeks and the next two, kept me from doing any Bikram yoga classes. I was out of town for most of that time and there were no studios within reach. The weeks I spend up here in Arlington are only doable exercise wise because I have a Koko Fit . . . → Read More: Kept From Bikram Should you? Maybe not. Not everyone should. In the blogs that I follow, I came across a very interesting topic. Should you blog? Should you become a plumber? A teacher? Write a book? Play golf? Not everyone should. So, why do we do the things we do? I follow both Frank Viola’s blog and . . . → Read More: Should You? 
I’m still involved in Diane Gilman’s book Good Jeans. I usually fly through books, but with this one I forced myself to slow down, digest, and savor. By savor I mean the book inspires me, which in turn makes me happy, and I want the smoke of inspiration to last. I don’t want it to . . . → Read More: Dreaming Tonight a writer brought a story to our Cape Cod Children’s Writers critique group about a weasel trying to save two baby seagulls before the tide rolled in. The seagulls refused to cooperate, no matter what the weasel did because they thought he was trying to eat them. The weasel said to himself that he . . . → Read More: Weasels & Seagulls Today was what I refer to as a “themed day.” A themed day is when everything that crosses my path intersects or connects somehow. Today that theme was aging. I woke up to Facebook urging me to wish my husband Richard a happy 60th birthday tomorrow. Since we were born two weeks apart (in . . . → Read More: Aging – The Theme of the Day Hmmm…maybe not. Yesterday my daughter accidentally knocked her beer over and it splashed on my “lounging suit” ( a hot orange Gap creation that is now a family joke and fodder for another blog) – anyway I wasn’t happy and I showed it. Then a few hours ago my other daughter accidentally knocked a . . . → Read More: Change Who I Am? Coming home and coming down from the emotional roller coaster of the last few days provides perspective. The pastor that my brother had to preside over his wife’s wake was amazing. I never attended a service so personal and inspiring as this one. He eulogized my sister-in-law’s life and presented her exactly as the person . . . → Read More: Attention, Please Tonight as I sit and peruse the photos of my brother’s wife, I cannot see the justice of this tragedy. At 15 she was the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen and only now, some 40 years later, can I see why my brother fell in love with her. Back when that happened, I . . . → Read More: Just Not Just |
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