Not sure how or why this memory from back in the day popped up, but this morning it did. Here goes.
my first apartment
When I was 27 years old I had just started…
My Thoughts
When I was a kid--I don't know exactly when; maybe when I was 10 or 11 years old--my mother made duck. A whole roasted duck. It was, by far, one of the most…
I know better than to be fooled by the FEELING of spring in the air.
I live in Maryland--have most of my life--and I know even a mild winter such as how this one…
Every single time I push the start button on my dishwasher, washing machine or dryer, I feel immense gratitude for the "common luxuries" they provide.
So grateful.
When I was eight or nine years old, one of my teachers told our class a story that has stayed with me all these decades since. Here is what my mind remembers.
There were…
I slept fitfully, woke up with inflamed and puffy eyes, felt sore all over, felt digestively uneasy and upon seeing my super-puffy face in the mirror said, aloud, "What? What did I eat…
Both of my parents are life-long learners. Well, my dad is a "was" because he passed/died/went on to whatever next step his Soul and Consciousness needed, and my mom is an "is" because…