In a few days spring arrives. Spring opens the curtains and welcomes a fresh outlook, and a more expansive view comes into focus. With the drapes pulled back on spring, I begin to consider the year’s prospects: a trip, a new view of life, or a detour in nature.
Many stories have been shared about the power of visualization and dreams coming true. Our first house had an uncanny resemblance to the one on our vision board created two years before we purchased our home. Saturday, however, it happened on a smaller scale.
In January of 1970, I began my career in education. Fresh out of college, optimistic and ready to change the world…
Recently my husband and I flew across the country to celebrate an early holiday with family. We chose to go at the beginning of December to avoid peak holiday travel and inclement weather. With great anticipation we stepped off the plane and texted our son to meet us in front of baggage claim.
November has me appreciating chilly mornings, fall foliage, hearty soups, and sweaters. Gratitude spills out as I prepare for Thanksgiving and remember past traditions and gatherings that have warmed my heart.
A few days ago, my computer displayed a photograph of me at age three, in my dad’s baseball shirt, hat and glove and one of my son at the same age as a baseball player ready to trick or treat.
The last three years have seen me ponder my must-takes in the event of an evacuation as changes in weather patterns increase the threat of forest fires.
The other day I sat reading a book and paused, thinking it must be time to start preparing dinner. I reached into a small basket on my desk for a bookmark and came up empty-handed.
Last June I spent a week in New York City. I bought a postcard at the Metropolitan Museum of Art and sent it to my friend Yelena in Russia, June 26, 2021. I love mailing postcards when I travel.
A few months ago, severe abdominal pain and sudden weight loss had me at the doctor’s office for a CT scan. The scan revealed a large mass had taken up residence in my abdomen. How long had it been there, and what did this interloper represent?