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Pause,Breathe, and Take Stock 2017-25

This is where I grew up.  This is where I am. This is reason enough to pause and count my blessings.  It’s not that I grew up with a lot.  I didn’t.  Well, wait a minute.  Yes, I did.  I grew up with a lot of siblings.  I grew up with a lot of space.  I grew up with a lot of responsibility.  I grew up with a lot of stimulation. And, I grew up with a lot of encouragement. All that other STUFF is highly over-rated.  I’m back on my home turf feeling relaxed,  and loved, and with plenty of…

Pause, Breathe, and Take Stock: 2017-24

Fireworks with family on Friday and a lovely weekend with Loved-One, Miss G and Miss K in Chicago.  I’m a lucky woman.  I love this picture I took in the South Loop.  New springing up behind old, people and cars bustling, and of course signs reminding us to mind our manners.   Here are a few more things, in no particular order, that make me say ahhhh…life is good. Character profiles that sit down beside me on the L train and beg to be written into my next book. Fresh strawberries with fine whiskers standing at attention. Chocolate French toast…

Pause, Breathe, and Take Stock:  2017-21

There’s good enough reason to Pause, Breathe, and Take Stock this week.  What a busy month June is stacking up to be.  So much discord is happening around the world, it seems like anything that bothers my personal being is mundane.  Besides physical threats, violence, racism, and terrorism there’s the wellbeing threats: Christian immigrants in Detroit fearing deportation to a hostile land, people worrying about having enough food, and people who can’t afford healthcare.  And then this morning, I find that a house blew up in a neighboring town, damaging 50 other homes, and leaving many homeless.  On top of…

Pause, Breathe, and Take Stock: 2017-20

I had a busy week, and a busier weekend:  Little league Baseball, dance recital, graduation, church, and Wonder Woman.  I missed a concert, a graduation party, Mom’s Todo Party, and a coveted Pentecost mass.  I wish I could be in three places at once.  In the meantime, I’m practicing being in the now.  Whooo!  I am, indeed, blessed. Here are a few more things, in no particular order, that make me give me reason to give thanks:  Stairs, stairs, and more stairs.  Thanks to trains, subways, and work, I now get in about 30 flights of stairs.  My gluteus muscles…

Recycling Extravaganza

Spring time is traditionally the time to do Spring Cleaning.  As a child, I remember helping Mom wash walls.  My sister on the inside and me on the outside, we tackled the windows.  Even my first job as a car-hop at a drive-in restaurant, required me to wash windows in the spring.  Closets got cleaned, and the trash bins got filled to overflowing during Spring Cleaning. Now I have more in the recycle than in the trash.  My community has a Spring Cleaning Recycling Extravaganza.  I can fill up my car or truck with all kinds of things I never…

Pause, Breathe, and Take Stock: 2017-19

If you follow my posts, you know that my brother had bypass surgery.  He’s home and recovering remarkably well.  Besides the genetic and emotional link to my brother, he’s almost the same age as Loved-One.  A pragmatic Wrestler #2 said, Well, if a man makes it through their sixties, he has a good chance of living a long life.  (Gee thanks, for the encouraging look at the next generation, son.) Can I start by saying I’m lucky to have people that tell it like it is? Here’s a few more things worth celebrating:  A mostly overcast weekend that prodded me…

Pause, Breathe, and Take Stock: 2017-18

This past week, my kids treated me to a wonderful Mother’s Day, I attended a branding and marketing class, and my brother got admitted to the hospital for bypass.  Yes, it was one of those muddled weeks. My brother Loren just turned the big “6-0” in April.  Last week he felt pain in his chest, called the doctor and told him  to get right to the hospital.  Responsible man that he is, he finished his meeting. (He had important information to share, in case he didn’t come back.) next he drove himself to the hospitals.  After a successful surgery, he’s…

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