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Pause, Breathe, and Take Stock: 2017-34

Today I’m on a road trip with CeCi and her brood.  It’s a bittersweet trip as we take Mr. B to Wyo-tech to begin his all-grown-up years perfecting his talents and skills as a craftsman.  He’s the first grandchild to leave the nest for school. “You seem like a man,” I said to him over lunch. “Yup,” he replied taking another bite of his Colossal Fish Sandwich at Primanti Brothers.   Besides sharing the launch of the next stage of Mr. B’s life, here’s a few more things that give me joy this week. The Pirates vs Cardinal game in…

Pause, Breathe, and Take Stock: 2017-29

This week I received an unexpected delight.  My editor, Jenny, from Marengo Union Times, asked me to write an article about a fantastic gardener, Ginger Johnson.  She’s a second grade teacher who is starting back to school today.  So, she opted for an interview on Sunday, rather than waiting until Friday, my and her next available time.  Sunday morning, while I pulled weeds, I imagined Ginger doing the same.  Yup, she frantically pulled and preened.  She may have felt frantic, but her garden and her sense of humor showed a zen-like quality that set my whole week on a positive…

Pause, Breathe, and Take Stock: 2007-28

A month ago I woke up at dawn.  If the windows were open, the birds were already singing at full volume.  This morning it’s pitch dark, and my companion, as I start my writing, is a rusty moth, batting at the window begging to come in.  The coolness of the night reminds me of camping trips from my Michigan youth.  Such fond memories of vacations, sleeping outside, walking to the Dairy Queen, and cleaning skillets with beach sand. Surely, I began life as a blessed child. In no particular order, here are a few more reason, I feel blessed: The…

Pause, Breathe, and Take Stock: 2017-26

To me, last Monday seems like a month ago.  I got a bit of “flash fiction” finished for Friday, and forgot to post it because as soon as I hit the door… well, I really don’t have any excuse except that I got busy doing something else and I forgot.   I got something done that I really wanted to do, and I knew would make me feel a lot better, but avoided because I hate cleaning. I do love clean, though, which, I suppose, seems like a paradox.  Come to think of it, who doesn’t like clean more than…

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 2017-17

Mother’Day is just around the corner, but for me it’s in the rear view mirror.  wrestler #1, CeCe’s hubby, and their kids came over, and along with Loved-One prepared and wonderful brunch for the mother’s in the group.  Loved-One set the good China out for the three mothers, and everyone else ate on paper plates.  Omelets, sausage, waffles with Nutella and blueberries, mimosa, coffee, and key lime pie.  Queen for a Day, that’s how I felt. Here’s a few more things, in no particular order, that bubbles up joy for me:  Tons of hugs and kisses from grandchildren. Surprise tweets…

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