Category: aging

  • I Never Knew Bella Blankets Existed (and other epiphanies, like understanding my own artworks several years after I made them!)

    I Never Knew Bella Blankets Existed (and other epiphanies, like understanding my own artworks several years after I made them!)

    THE CRUNCHER TRIGGER WARNING: descriptives of medical problems The facility who did my test follows the “Planetree” philosophy, which means: mindful of a person’s mind, body and spirit. As you’re waiting for your name to be called, there are ‘soothing’ colors, comfortable furnishings, free coffee bar and a water feature. There are snacks in a…

  • Marge Piercy Poem

    I had a fb memory flashback arise and I’d totally forgotten posting it in 2011. So I screenshotted it as I couldn’t get cut and paste to work on the flashback. Who knows why… Anyhow the poem is worth sharing. It’s timeless. Marge Piercy: Image from a salvaged vintage 1890s paper booklet on ladies’ interests,…

  • Disconnecting Through Connection

    Disconnecting Through Connection

    In a book I read a few weeks ago (author Jim Sterba’s ‘Frankie’s Place’), Jim refers to reading material that one brings into the bathroom to read as “toi lit.” This term stayed with me-I found it way too amusing. It can be seen as a reflection of times that have changed. Think about it. I’ve…

  • Untangling a Humdingerdoozer of a Holiday

    Untangling a Humdingerdoozer of a Holiday

    (Yeah that’s me. I love my photoshop.) This is my father, seen below- in his prime. (he’s 83 now) My aunt used to think he looked like Robert Mitchum, and in some pictures he really does.  My father was a great mechanic. (Still is. He owns a race car now and takes great pleasure sitting…

  • You can’t go home again, can you?

    You can’t go home again, can you?

    It’s a mix of longing, yearning, nostalgia, or wistfulness for a home of the past.

  • Musings of a Vivid Dreamer

    Musings of a Vivid Dreamer

    I was trying to arrange an enormous pile of gladiolus, lilies and various wild flowers (Black-eyed Susans and daisies) into a makeshift vase -made from a repurposed pig trough- onto which I had mosaiced broken shards from actual Wedgewood dinner plates…when suddenly my silky black puppy wiggled and squeezed her way through the mail slot…

  • Rewire Your Brain To Regain Childhood Excitement About Life

    Rewire Your Brain To Regain Childhood Excitement About Life

    “our genes are open to being influenced throughout our lifetime, both by what we do and by what we think, feel and believe. Much like the impacts of diet, exercise and environmental toxins, various thought patterns have been shown to turn certain genes “on” or “off.” ”

  • A BLOG ABOUT ____________ .

    A BLOG ABOUT ____________ .

                             The process of blog writing has to start with a thought. Letters, words form, then sentence by sentence by sentence the thoughts become paragraphs. There’s a little loop like a curl; a threadlike line hanging off the last word in my last paragraph inside my head; so carefully…

  • Between hell and hopelessness: Works In Progress

    Between hell and hopelessness: Works In Progress

    I don’t understand it. Am I taking the weight of the woeful world’s troubles on and internalizing it? Lately I’ve had trouble seeing the positive side of things. I won’t mention the bullying, cruelty and atrocious acts I’m referring to here, but you have access to media; you know what I mean. Even if I…

  • IF

    IF

    If it weren’t for the moon, to slow Earth’s spin, we’d have 6 hour days instead of 24. If Teddy Roosevelt hadn’t been carrying his speech in a metal eyeglasses container that October night in 1912 when John Schrank shot him, the bullet would’ve killed him. If Al Capone hadn’t compulsively carried his trademark mirror…