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Who was the masked shopper?
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Okay, I know I shouldn’t take mask wearing lightly, but the other day I was in a bank where every one of us was wearing a mask. Honestly, how strange can our world get? (Don’t ask, we might find out.) To be honest, I was a reluctant mask convert. I held out until the…
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What’s the worst that could happen?
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Take yourself back a year when someone cut you off in traffic, causing you to miss a turn and making it certain you’d be late for your VERY IMPORTANT meeting. In a not-so-genial state, you tried to find some Zen by asked the age-old question, “Now, really, what’s the worst that could happen? Consider…
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Walking in the Easter Parade
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I grew up with Easter being a “big deal”. At least half the day involved being inside a church with serious music, white lilies, and rather complex messages (scary for a kid) about life and death. I’ll always have a soft spot for the Easter season, but referring to the day and “celebratory” and…
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Near wins and finger puppets
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After two weeks in an Olympic-induced comma, I couldn’t stop thinking about those who almost made it— the bobsled team that fell behind by two hundreds of a point, those skaters who missed gold with barely a point to spare, the hockey players who lost because of a shoot-out (ouch). In short, I became…
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A jar of moral obligations
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At the beginning of December, store shelves were brimming with Advent calendars filled with chocolates. Not for me. I was presented with an “Advent Jar” filled with handwritten messages. Always grateful for a pleasant surprise, the little notes intrigued me. Did they actually represent gifts? Perhaps coupons for nice things? Inspirational quotes? Hey, maybe…
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Whatever floats your boat (or house)
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It was the kind of conversation only a mother could have with her son in a car on the way back from the airport. “How is everything?” “Fine.” How is work? “Good.” “How’s the cat?” “OK.” “How’s the house?” “Floating.” “Floating?” “Oh, I didn’t tell you, we moved.” “Moved where?” “Oh it is a…
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What’s my password?
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Technology has made my life (mostly) easier—thank you, IT gods, for that. But there are details that need to be worked out. Take passwords, for example. I’ve now filled three notebooks with secret codes and I sense I’m not alone in this. A thousand years from now, the early 21st century will be one…
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On Painting Tulips
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This month I participated in my second art show, which means not only do I submit a new piece of art but also a new “artist statement.” I’m posting my statement this month. It pretty much sums up my current mindset on how to enjoy life as we go along instead of trying to…
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January Goals: Lost in Space
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During those first bright, new days of January, I love writing down goals for the coming year —not necessary doing them—but definitely writing them down. The very act represents so much potential. The sky’s the limit when it’s all recorded in a brand new notebook, especially when I add those little check-off boxes. So…
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Help I’m trapped in my shapewear and can’t get out
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As I write this, there’s a woman out there struggling to free herself from a shapewear attack. Her adventure started out innocently—a relaxed weekend shopping trip, taking time to check out the fancy lingerie, and then fashion’s latest addiction—shapewear. “I’ve got the time,” she rationalizes, “I don’t recognize anyone entering the change room—why not…