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ExperiencesJanuary 23, 2024233Views 0Likes 0Comments

In 2013, I took the advice of someone I'd met on Facebook and had known but a few weeks (Charlie), and I went out to Burning Man a week early for what is often called Build Week. Build Week is the week prior to the official start of Burning Man and a time when select theme…

Drooling

Little BitsJanuary 23, 202466Views 0Likes 0Comments

The amount of time I spend salivating over the various color options for Pentel's Energel pens is something! I love the teal, the burgundy and the steel blue. I love the purple and the violet, the pink and the magenta. I love the tips and the flow, the colors and the intensity. I already have quite…

Beyond random

SynchronicitiesJanuary 23, 2024101Views 0Likes 0Comments

Recently, I was over at my mom's place for dinner. We were chatting about this and that. (Admittedly, I've been plying her, of late, for more details about her childhood and younger years -- mine, too.) We were talking about school and our favorite subjects and teachers. I told her Mrs. Curtis, my English teacher…

Way, way too close for comfort

MemoriesJanuary 19, 2024122Views 0Likes 0Comments

This is, I believe, the place. When I saw this video (below) on social media, I had an instant visceral reaction. Then I saw the location where the video was take -- Twister Falls at Eagle Creek in Oregon -- and I thought, "That's the place! It has to be!" Back in my early or mid-30s, my…

In from the cold

Things I PonderJanuary 15, 202495Views 0Likes 0Comments

It's snowing outside. Little specks and flecks. Not much volume or thickness, but it's snow, and it's pretty outside, and it's the MLK holiday, to boot, and, well, I wanted to go outside for a walk. So I did. Bundled and layered up as I was, I didn't put on gloves. It wasn't that cold outside…

When forward is the only option

ExperiencesJanuary 13, 2024104Views 0Likes 1Comment

In 2013, I went to Black Rock City, home of Burning Man, a week early to help build the French Quarter Village, of which More Carrot, the camp for which I was a theme camp organizer, was located within. The French Quarter had been, essentially, reprimanded after having received too many yellow and red markings…

Sequence matters

ExperiencesJanuary 7, 2024107Views 0Likes 0Comments

The order in which things are said, done or occur matters in many instances and in others, not at all. It matters, for example, whether I put the oil in the saucepan and heat it before I add the onions when I'm sautéing up some fresh greens, but the sequence doesn't matter if I eat those…

So cozy and warm

Tips for an Orderly LifeJanuary 6, 202482Views 0Likes 0Comments

As winter sets in and temperatures drop, being warm and cozy starts to climb higher on my list of priorities. Despite layering myself in warm wools for sleep (wool socks for sure, a worn and somewhat hole-dotted long merino skirt around my legs and a cashmere or merino sweater long past its prime on top), I've…

It ain’t always pretty

NatureJanuary 4, 202483Views 0Likes 0Comments

You may not give it much thought, but there is so much involved in getting those perfectly-shaped, blemish-free, robust-looking veggies to the store. I know because they rarely emerge from the garden. As one who is mostly supplied labor to my mother's passion for gardening and growing vegetables and fruits, I marvel, for example, at…

Ever so deserving

Little BitsJanuary 4, 2024168Views 0Likes 0Comments

When my father died a few years ago and left a muddled and messy estate behind, we desperately needed an estate lawyer. As the estates's personal representative, I asked a lawyer whose opinion I trusted (Sherae McNeal) for a recommendation, and she encouraged me to contact Jessica M. Gorsky. I did. And of the many decisions…

Take it down a notch, please

Little BitsJanuary 3, 2024104Views 0Likes 0Comments

Yesterday I had an appointment at an office that has quite a few patients come through in a given day. Someone had come into the office before me -- whether that was an hour before, two hours before ... IDK. But I do know they were wearing some sort of scent. Some perfume or…

My mom’s art

Little BitsJanuary 3, 2024110Views 0Likes 0Comments

My mother is an artist. (She's also many other things, but she is an artist, for sure.) I just love her work! When she was a child in an immigrant-rich, crowded and filled-to-the-gills, coal-mining town in Shenandoah, Pennsylvania, her tiny elementary school provided art and music classes one day a month. As my mom tells it, the…