A friend shared this “The Older I Get” list of items with me this morning, with which I identify with completely: I talk to myself
Category: Midlife Crossroads
“Life’s like a box of choc’lates”
“My name’s Forrest, Forrest Gump” – Some years ago my daughter was curious about the movie Forrest Gump, having heard so much about it and
Columbarium: the dignified business of death
Years ago, when I first graduated from college I was told that one of the first things I had to do was get a job,
Full Circle: A Love Affair Rekindled
Taking them to Bangkok in my suitcase was likely to get me arrested at the airport, so I squirrelled them away in my mother’s kitchen.
Boxes and Prayers
Moving, packing and unpacking are what I consider to be three of the most unpleasant experiences in life. I have had the misfortune of doing
Learning to allow myself…
Two years ago I found a poem by Catherine Pulsifer, originally published in 2009. It stopped me dead in my tracks. Allow Yourself Allow yourself
FrogDiva Thoughts 