My Day is Here

I use Annie Dillard’s quote often: “How we spend our days is, of course, how we spend our lives.”   My birthday was a reminder that the days are slipping into years. Even as I bemoaned not living congruently with my life’s priority list…I knew instantly and with conviction that change was my prerogative.  So I […]

Too Busy to Think

I have spent a lot of my years confining my gerbil mind to its cage.  I trained it to be businesslike, take care of details, watch out for others and make copious lists. It could run in circles, solve problems, dart and dash, but it couldn’t run free. That was normal for me. I’m not […]

Writer’s Block

I will do anything not to write. Sudoku Lists for later Brain games Eat Check email Play Farmville Read 1930s romance novels Take long baths Well, I can’t do some things because I can’t get around all that well.  (Bad knee.) Since I can’t take a walk with my friends, cook a gourmet meal, work […]

Deep Thought Withdrawal

Okay, so I knew I was addicted. I have gone so far as limit myself to checking incoming online info to three times a day. (It was amazing how much time THAT freed up!) What an eye-opener! I didn’t know realize how different my life would be. This time, though, it isn’t a test and […]

I remember joy.

I’m not sure that Fall is my favorite season, but it brings one of my favorite memories. I grew up in a small college town.  I remember walking to school the first term of my freshman year.  It was sunny and warm.  The leaves rustled around my feet.   The skirt of a brown print Aileen […]

And then I said…

I love quotations.  …Other people’s words, that is.  A few years ago I had one of those daily quote tear-off calendars.  Each page was a tiny tidbit of insight, knowledge or spin.  When these sheets  pop up in stacks of paper  I can’t bear to throw them away.  I want to thrill again to the […]

I know from whence I came!

Family… I think of it as history. Ha! It is my life before I knew it was my life. It is my life now,  but I go through days, weeks, months denying it. I’m afraid to be like my mother. I’ve guarded myself for years.  Mother was volatile, she was jealous, she was needy, and […]