My journal of big words and pretty pictures
The ancients believed that our world ended at the horizon, that the ocean simply fell off into nothing. They couldn’t fathom the immensity of the earth. Since then we have extended our vision. We’ve touched every continent, climbed every mountain, dove into every sea. We’ve flown to the moon and back, and pine for faraway Mars. … Continue reading Final frontier
She focused so hard on breaking through the walls, that she neglected to thrive once she made it into the light.
I tease my SO about spending a few dollars a week on lottery numbers while I continue trying to win $7,000 a week for life from the ghost of Ed McMahon. Clicking through the inexhaustible pages of yard sale fodder, I keep hoping I’ll find the magical combination of “continues” and search topics to hit … Continue reading If wishes were horses
I am not girly. As long as I can remember, I’ve been a bit of a tomboy. (I grew up in the 60s and 70s, that term wasn’t politically incorrect back in the day - I’m owning it.) I’m more at ease in jeans and T-shirts than dresses; happier in flip-flops than stilettos. Without an … Continue reading A mile in my shoes
No matter what kind of day I'm having - sad or blue, lonely or bored, angry or anxious - all that can disperse after some time outside. Walking in the sun, lounging on the beach, or hiking in the woods… it doesn’t take much, just a little sunshine, and I’m good to go. A warm dose … Continue reading A shot of Vitamin D
I’m from the south. Eating is a favorite pastime, like football or deer hunting. It’s what we do. When I’m bored, I eat. When I’m angry, I eat. Sad, eat; hurt, eat; scared, eat; lonely, eat… When I want to help someone else feel better, I bake for them… then I eat what I bake. … Continue reading Therapy by the dozen
Thin spiral notebook 