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Month: March 2017

1,000 Words worth 2017-12

Each Friday, http://www.theblacktortoise.com/1000-words-worth-2017-8/To find out more click  here.   Flying lessons officially begin in kindergarten. In times past, all beginner superheroes came to kindergarten with the fundamental gifts of balance, combined by ordinary skills of hopping, skipping and jumping.  In those days, a five-year-old superhero hardly stood out from an ordinary child, with the ordinary talents of ordinary parents. Nowadays, though, even the children of the Ordinaries come to kindergarten with near superhero skills.  Well, at least super talents that blow away the skills of their parents at the same age. Superhero parents now face the near insurmountable stress of…

The perks of a freelance writer

I get a lot of perks as a freelance photo-journalist.  She started writing between nap time and laundry, as a new mother.  It took her 5 years to finish her first novel. Okay, yes, it took me longer than that to finish A Ship of Pearl.  The good news is that Mary churned out four more books in less than four years following her first novel. Please visit The McHenry Chronicle to get the skinny of Mary’s visit to the local library. Another Mary, Mary Robinson arranged the author meet-up with Mary Kubica.  Mary Robinson is the Adult Services director at the…

Pause, Breathe, and Take Stock 2017-12

Here’s a few more things that bring me joy. Long walks with Loved-One.  We have a wonderful 2 mile loop that we take.  We like to get out there once a day when the weather is nice.  And the weather is nice enough!  An interview for a technical writing gig at a biotech firm.  It’s a bit of a comment, but doable by mass transportation.  Successful eye surgery.  I’m back to playing my flute.  Seeing better actually makes me understand the music better.  I’m amazed how clear vision is so related to clear thought. The Christmas tree tucked away in…

1,000 Words worth: 2017-11

Each Friday, http://www.theblacktortoise.com/1000-words-worth-2017-8/To find out more click  here. “Okay girls, our best path forward is a bake sale,” Margaret says. “People don’t want home-baked items anymore,” comes from Ruth.  My God, she tries so hard to go up against Margaret.  “They don’t trust the sanitary standards of other people’s kitchens.” She does have a point, Jean thinks, but she keeps mum.  For one thing, she really needs to pee, and she wishes the meeting would just end, so she can go to the restroom and not make a fuss by getting up in the middle of the meeting and drawing…

Pause, Breathe, and Take Stock 2017-11

Some Mondays my “pause” is longer than others.  So much humdrum in my life.  What’s the point in sharing?  Not today.  I am gleeful in my gratefulness.  Why? I can see! Friday I had surgery to remove a cataract.  Things had progressed unusually fast, as Dr. Eyes explained.  It was like looking through vaseline.  OMGosh!  The first day with no bandages I literally fainted from the intensity of color my poor little “cones cells” experienced.  Really, truly.  The whole room began to spin. Click here to see if you are tetra-chromatic, like I am. And print.  Oh My!  It’s like…

1,000 Words worth: 2017-10

Each Friday, http://www.theblacktortoise.com/1000-words-worth-2017-8/To find out more click  here. “Pssst…” Isaac waits. “Pssst…” “Don’t you understand what pssst means?” The spider turns toward Isaac and tugs gently at his arm. Isaac jerks away.  He slowly turns his head back toward the spider and looks into one multi-lens eye.  He feels a little vertigo-ish.  Anyways, his knees buckle a little and his stomach jumps like that time he went of a ride down the playground slide all by himself. “Can you talk?” Isaac persists. “Egg-on-a-spit! Ya-es,” the spider says. “I’m trying to remain discreet.”  She makes the g in trying sound a…

Pause, Breathe, and Take Stock #10

I spent last week recovering from the flu.  The fever and chills were tough, the cough and headache made me want to close my eyes against the world. But it was the aching bones that really got me down.  I began to really empathize with people who suffer chronic pain like arthritis or fibromyalgia. By Sunday, I began to give thanks for a robust immune system and a body that’s springing back to liveliness.  By Sunday afternoon, I forgot all about being sick, and began reveling in some good news: A big two page spread in the local paper about…

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