I looked to the work ahead of me with a soul that had waited my whole life to be fifty-seven…
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Pet Care
He looked at me, then jumped on the couch. I grabbed my scissors. Holding his ear, we began as we had a hundred times before. We began again.
Attacking Resolutions
I am a soft person, but I feel a need to attack my goals. 2023. Dare I say, “May the attack be with you?”
This December 7.
The planes flew in, Sunday morning at 7:55am. It was the season of Advent.
Act.Plan.Dream. (Today, in no particular order).
The concept of rest, I think, is the mental jump in the kaleidoscope of fallen leaves..
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.
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…
“Easy girl. Easy.”
March 16, 2022 The news reporting and the replies from Ukrainians have caused me to marvel at the field of linguistics. I’m sure there is some selection to find English-speaking individuals. Their abilities re-ignite my vow to learn another language and to actually try out those abilities with travel! From last time, I wrote aboutContinue reading ““Easy girl. Easy.””
2022 Begins with a Bill
January 26, 2022 https://www.congress.gov/bill/117th-congress/house-bill/4 As I drove, I had been entertaining my mind with designs of ear buds and headphones, wondering about styles and sound quality and ear health. You know, substantial thoughts like that.. Three miles away from my destination, I drove under the overpasses. A January midday, below zero but a sunny dayContinue reading “2022 Begins with a Bill”
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…
Stephanie Springborn 