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Gratitude Monday: Football means marching bands

Here it is Monday again.  I had a full and relaxing weekend, almost unplugged from electronics. Last week, I felt like I walked around in a fog.  Allergies and a late night at a Village Board meeting, left my face itchy and my brain irritated.  I’m not sure which caused which, but all week I felt like I needed a nap, and as soon as I laid my head on a pillow, my brain began to race.  Plus, Saturday was my first “Meet local Indy Authors,” I woke from a nightmare that my novel filled with errors, including red-lining.  Holy…

Photo Friday: 18 years a G-Mom

It happened 18 years ago.   A bundle of wonder. Now he’s an adult.  Oh my! Where did the time go? Okay, I finished my trip down memory lane.  I invite you to skip on over to Pierced Wonderings and take a look at some gorgeous sunrises.  Jen almost makes me want to upgrade from my simple iPhone photography.  

Should we encourage the uniformed to vote?

I’m back from the Labor Day weekend.  I hope you rested from your labor and enjoyed beautiful weather.  As the daylight dwindles, I know I appreciate every day with clear skies and moderate temperatures. Embed from Getty Images   This morning I woke to NPR’s Morning Edition and Steve Inskeep. Okay, it was the third “snooze,” when I finally paid attention to Steve talking to. Kareem doesn’t want us to encourage uninformed voters to vote. Marc thinks what’s going on in today’s politics goes way beyond an intelligent voting population. He can say it much better than I.     Today…

Meet Jena C. Henry

Have you ever read books like Who Moved My Cheese by  Spencer Johnson or Zapp the Lightning of Empowerment by William Byham and Jeff Cox? Well, Jena does for retirement what these authors do for corporate leaders.  She leads the reader down a fun story that’s meant to enlighten and empower us through our Golden Age. Even though Jena lives just a boat ride away, I got a chance to interview her via FaceTime.  Okay, it’s not just a boat ride.  I’d need to navigate Lake Michigan, go under the Mackinaw Bridge, south on Lake Huron and finally arrive at Lake Eerie.  I guess it’s kinda…

Meet David Orth: American sculptor, furniture designer, and liturgical artist

Oh My! I get to meet such interesting people through my photo-journalists freelancing.  Last week,  And he’s practically my neighbor.  Okay, that last one’s a stretch; David lives in the same county as I do. David began as a furniture maker.  Obviously not, just any furniture maker.  Here’s what he said in an essay he wrote, “The Riddle of Craft:” The secret, enduring purpose of craft is to disturb our sleep with an elegant riddle. Deep within the body of a craft an enigma curls and uncurls. There were odd hints all along–little moments when I sensed that craft may not…

Catastrophic Stroke: Two Tales, Similar Outcomes

My brother-in-law Randy suffered a catastrophic stroke about a month ago.  Steve Sebby had his stroke in January 2015.  Randy is about my age, Steve is in his thirties.  What strikes me most about their stories is the similarities. What amazes me is the differences. Both men woke up feeling off.  Steve felt “completely dizzy.” Randy felt disoriented and like he laid on his arm wrong, because it felt like it was asleep.  Brittany, Steve’s wife, and Vickie, Randy’s wife, were ready for work and about to leave the house. Brittany called an ambulance, Vickie took Randy to the hospital; getting…

Doreen McGettigan: The Stranger in My Recliner

You might remember Doreen from my post about her first book, Bristol Boyz Stomp. She’s a great friend and a caretaker by nature. A question from her second book The Stranger in My Recliner, “What would you do?” prompts me almost daily to think about the Good Samaritan.  To Doreen, it’s not just a story, it’s a way of life. Doreen was in the middle of writing Bristol Boyz Stomp when her husband brought Sophie home one rainy night.  Dirty, hungry, and cold from living behind the local McDonald’s, the homeless woman frightened Doreen.  Should she lock up what little valuables she…

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