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1,000 Words worth: 2017-32

Each Friday,  To find out more click here. Regular readers might remember Ray and Marla from another photo I took along my commute.  To refresh your memory or you want to start from the beginning, click here.  I only looked back to make sure I got the names right and then again, after I finished writing this post, so I could insert the link.  Hmmm….  I wonder what’s up with birds and these two fictional characters. “So,” Ray said it like that little word explained everything; not a question, but a statement. Marla looked up from her mending. “You know…

Pause, Breathe, and Take Stock:  2017-33

A cold caught me last weekend.  I’ve been battling with it ever since.  Today I feel the only thing left is the August allergy ailments. Since it’s past mid-September, and the August allergy ailments are just beginning, I count that as a good thing.  Perhaps that explains why my reasons to rejoice this week are unduly centered around my upper respiratory system. Here are a few things that make me snort for joy this week. .Saline solutions and a battery operated Netty Pot. I thought the Netty was some sort of torture.  Love-One swears by it.  I finally got on…

1,000 Words worth: 2017-31

Each Friday,  To find out more click here. Regular readers might remember Ray and Marla from another photo I took along my commute.  To refresh your memory, click here.  I only looked back to make sure I got the names right and then again, after I finished writing this post, so I could insert the link.  Hmmm….  I wonder what’s up with birds and these two fictional characters.     “How much longer?” Ray tugged at the neck of her Outsider. Marla hinged at the waist and held both Ray’s hands in hers. “You wanted to a bird,” she said.…

Pause, Breathe, and Take Stock: 2017-32

I cannot think of Labor Day weekend without recalling a bumper sticker I saw years ago: In 1906, when The Jungle was published, Upton Sinclair hoped to highlight the deplorable working conditions of the meat-packer workers.  We’ve come a long way in protecting people on the job, since the days of Sinclair.  Still, I like to pause on Labor Day and remember that not so long ago, weekends were just a normal workday.  And still, today, even on this weekend to rest from our labors, many people are working, and many are doing so in substandard conditions, for less than a living…

1,000 Words worth: 2017-25

Joyce did yoga every evening on the beach. It was harder than you might think.  The shifing sand underfoot, the undulating horizon, and the occasional gusts challenged even the best yogis’ balance. That was just the start for Joyce.   The tweee of the gulls, the frenzied scurry of sandpiper, and the occasional soft-shell crab, snipped and peeled her concentration.  The own internal chatter refused to quiet: unending to-do lists, what-if, and when-is, snagged her heart center and toppled her tree pose. That’s when she saw the bottle. And the note, of course.  The bottled washed in and out with…

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…

1,000 Words worth: 2017-20

Today, To find out more click here. I live over there.  Across from where you all catch the train, in your suits and ties and fancy back packs with padded shoulder straps in every color of the rainbow.  Except the rainbow is brighter.  Your colors are a rainbow through dark grey clouds. I up there now, watching through the slits in the almost-closed Venetian blinds.  There. Above Cafe Rustica.  Look up. Or look down.  I left a message for you.  Right there under you feet. Every night, or should I say morning, cuz it’s sometime after 1:00 AM, John comes…

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