The small town I live in is far enough off the beaten path that my morning walks are fairly quiet and uneventful, except for the occasional illiterate motorist who can't decipher speed limit signs. What I have come to expect, even to look forward to, is a profusion of sweet smells. Along the path I … Continue reading Aroma therapy
Category: Real Life
Don’t let the neighbors see you…
I love living in a small town, if only for the entertainment value. Each Wednesday, the local paper delivers a free edition highlighting top stories from the past week, police blotters, school news, and community events. Each Wednesday I sit down with a cuppa tea to peruse these few pages of newsprint to find out … Continue reading Don’t let the neighbors see you…
ADHD/OCD: They are not letters of the alphabet…
I'm feeling a little twitchy today, so while in a mood, I'm going to get something off my chest. Just as parents, siblings, family and friends of children with mental challenges abhor the word 'retarded' used as a derisive adjective, I take an exception with people throwing Attention Deficit Disorder/Attention Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder (ADD/ADHD) and … Continue reading ADHD/OCD: They are not letters of the alphabet…
Mom guilt
This weekend I'm attending a Mother/Daughter Brunch hosted by my daughter's sorority. It's one of the last events planned before graduation at the end of this month. These past four years simply blew by. It truly feels like she was only leaving high school last spring. I wrote this post shortly after she moved into … Continue reading Mom guilt
Graffiti Wisdom: living the extreme
“A thought, even a possibility, can shatter and transform us.” ~ Friedrich Nietzsche This is not my reality. I can control the future, destiny. I am not be bound by the false limitations of my mind. A thought is a fleeting moment, it has no power that I do not give it. I am not … Continue reading Graffiti Wisdom: living the extreme
April Fools: Doxie Duty
One particular afternoon, my brother and I ~ ages around 7 and 6 ~ were in the living room watching TV when we heard our dad yelling from somewhere near the front of the house. “Who’s supposed to clean up after these damn dogs?” My brother and I to this day have never learned to work together well. … Continue reading April Fools: Doxie Duty
Thin spiral notebook 