My Monday morning this week commenced with the announcement of not one but two births. Two new beings. Two little miracles. Two beautiful baby girls. First, the world welcomed a brand-new little wonder who just happens to be our great niece. How fun it is to get a phone call…

The joys of fancy shoes and cedar mulch It’s been a stellar week in the most interesting of ways. Amusingly, my Friday morning assignments consisted of searching for “mother of the bride” shoes and buying mulch. The juxtaposition of these two items tickled my funny bone, made even more ironic…

The insights of a journal revealed As with most writers, I have a significant number of journals — perhaps not quite as many journals as books, but if one counts up all the journals scribbled in over my lifetime, including electronic versions, I have a bunch. There are the impassioned…

An occasional post about things I find amusing or worth musing about… “Is now a good time?” I texted myself. It was unintentional, but the irony was not lost upon me. First, let me clear up why I texted myself such a stellar question. It was actually meant for another…

Life Lessons from a Monarch Butterfly For the second year in a row, I am attempting to care for monarch caterpillars — in the hope that some will be able to complete the very long journey of becoming brilliant butterflies. The more I read up on the monarchs, the more…

Welcome Back, Old Friend When I was little, I had a small problem with pronouncing words, or misconstruing them. I read voraciously (isn’t that a great word?) so I understood the definitions of words but couldn’t accurately utter them. I also made many assumptions about words. For instance, consider the…

I have a button box, a handy place where one keeps all of the extra buttons that come with new clothes. It’s as essential as the drawer of random socks that most households maintain, in the optimistic belief that the lost socks will be found some day. The button box…

One of my amazing friends owns a horse farm and I have the utter joy of joining with her regularly to create experiential equine workshops for individuals and businesses. Three of us meet regularly to supposedly plot our next offerings, but often we get sidetracked by all there is to…

Can Learning be Fun? As a child, I was a little on the hyperactive side. Okay, my parents and teachers would have gently suggested that I was a little more than that. The two key problem areas were an inability to sit — or stand — still and “incessant talking.” …