Advent ‘22 Hope

Please, please “give a hoot.” The gifts of the season are not always the prettiest or most convenient…

The 2022 Vacation

I looked to the horizon, with no shoreline in sight. The lake was big enough…

It’s a Story!

Wednesday, August 3, 2022, then 8/10! Where is your storybook life now, Steph? Two days after a prolonged, three day, super duper weekend away, came storms. Mother Nature brewed three waves of fronts, complete with winds, driving rain and lightning which flashed and streaked through the night time clouds. The last wave proved to beContinue reading “It’s a Story!”

Awaken the Story

In the midst of the troublesome world and a whole negative list of my own, at fifty-seven I am romanticizing my own corner of the world. As I awaken, I realize I have created a storybook life. Throughout all the ups and downs, here was my life.

Begonias, Orchids, Geraniums

What a scary process is this “coming to terms!” I had never been in this state before, at least with some semblance of awareness and wisdom. (I pray, at least an ounce of wisdom and a pound of prayer).

Embracing a Quick Peck of Summer

Well, true to the change of seasons, I have stories of my own transitions to tell…from the lightest moments of shopping trips…

Two Days Ahead

March 9, 2022 As a mother and as a citizen I wonder at my expectations. I expect the world of my generation to be wiser. I did not expect that my life be influenced by an ex-KGB agent. Once again, one of my minds focus is upon politicos. As war – war! – or invasionContinue reading “Two Days Ahead”

New Gray.

January 4, 2022 I watched a favorite movie as the clock struck midnight. I had been reminded of the movie by what seemed to me to be the signature music of the movie. Beethoven’s Seventh played in the movie’s poignant moment when King George gave his World War II speech to the people of GreatContinue reading “New Gray.”

Not to wait.

I stuffed a change of top and fresh underwear into a plastic shopping bag, dressed into my new surfing-style swimsuit then went to the pool. No, I wasn’t going to look for my gym bag. And no, I wasn’t waiting for the new year…