Christmas 2011 – Part II
A deep river of lava poured through the valley following a volcanic eruption around 100,000 years ago.
Read More Christmas 2011 – Part IICareening through life and learning stuff
A deep river of lava poured through the valley following a volcanic eruption around 100,000 years ago.
Read More Christmas 2011 – Part III’ll suggest you simply add the words, “…and it was damn cold” to the end of each sentence from here on out.
Read More Christmas 2011 – Part IThe WordPress.com stats helper monkeys prepared a 2011 annual report for this blog. Here’s an excerpt: The concert hall at the Syndey Opera House holds 2,700 people. This blog was viewed about 8,700 times in 2011. If it were a concert at Sydney Opera House, it would take about 3 sold-out performances for that many […]
Read More 2011 in reviewBeauty often saves my life.
Read More Surround yourself with beautyArno and I are getting to know each other still. And we will continue to, of course, for years to come. He has seen that deeply personal messages sent originally to him will sometimes end up in a public forum. He said he’s realizing that <in his words> I am a writer, and a writer […]
Read More How Do I Let Go?My mother’s health failed rapidly, once we finally heard the diagnosis of cancer. And I have had multiple stages of not dealing with any of it gracefully. This is probably because it has come on so fast. Just when I make peace with a stage, we move on to another shocking phase. In a meeting […]
Read More I’m Not GracefulMy mother is dying of cancer. From the looks of things, combined with my extreme lack of experience with cancer, or of death, I think she has anywhere from a few days to a few weeks left. Or maybe a month, but I hope not, because this is no life. I wish I had written […]
Read More Question MarkPandora you wicked one.
Read More poignantHoly cow. Seriously? 9:25 and I hear a little girl’s voice outside…there goes the bell.
Read More Halloween recapI finished painting my daughter’s room. Dark grey. I protested, not a little. She stood firm (ooh, I raised an independent girl. A fact which bites me in the butt sometimes). It wasn’t until I got all the way around with the first coat, and could see it more or less in a complete state, […]
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