Storylife
When I was a child and frightened at night or couldn’t fall asleep, I made up stories. I still do.
When I was a child and frightened at night or couldn’t fall asleep, I made up stories. I still do.
Okay. I’ve been rewriting this blog post all week because it keeps sounding too negative and depressing. I think a lot of what I’m thinking and feeling comes from aging and feeling all the possibilities move out of reach in so many areas of my life. It’s hardest at work, where most people are younger…
“When the storm broke, the world was changed. Flat rocks dotted the pasture with their damp shine, scattered on a hillside that looked like a mud finger painting.” ~ Barbara Kingsolver, “Flight Behavior”
Leaves curl on downward-dog stems, touched by solar fingers holding no mercy. According to my temperature gauge, it hit 109 degrees on my deck yesterday! The official high was only around 105 degrees. Then today, on my walk after work, I was wishing I would have worn a jacket! Minnesota weather keeps you on your toes….
I wanted to quit writing about my up-and-down, roller coaster life and start writing posts that would be useful to people. What I discovered is that I may not be any good at being useful. And what is on my mind is finding a new place to board my horse…
If you’ve been reading this blog for awhile, you know that I am no fashionista. I try sometimes but have neither the time, patience, nor money. Especially when you don’t have a lot of money, you need the first two attributes — time and patience — to find the good deals. And fashion sense helps….
At the end of September, Steve and I took an Amtrak train from St Cloud, Minnesota to Portland, Oregon for a destination wedding. The following posts will be about our experiences on the train and in Oregon…
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Maery Rose….I love your story!