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REFLECTING ON MOTHER’S DAY, 2017
You know the question. We’ve all heard it. We’ve all asked it. Whether we’re chatting with our neighbor sitting next to us in the window seat, standing serpentine in a line at the grocery store, or sipping cocktails at the hippest place … Continue reading
VALENTINES DAY IS NOT JUST FOR LOVERS
One homemade heart trimmed in frilly, white lace, One arrow, one promise of a sweet, warm embrace… Once it’s notched, drawn, and trained on his chosen bullseye, Cupid first blows a kiss, and then lets it ~~~ fly ~~~
BEINN HIANT – My Everest
Highland sheep dotted the roadside under the pre-dawn sky. The velvet canopy looked like flocks of faeries had tossed fistfuls of glitter at the new moon only to have it stashed inside the Big Dipper and then purposefully strewn across the Milky Way by … Continue reading
Posted in ADVENTURES, HOLIDAYS, HUMOR, ROAD TRIP, TRAVEL/PHOTO Themes, VIEW FROM MY SOAP BOX
Tagged adventure, Ardnamurchan, Beinn Hiant, Donna Gwinnell Lambo-Weidner, dp_discover_challenges/mind-the-gap-smitten-kitchen/, dp_photo_challenge/magic, hillwalk in the Scottish highlands, overcoming obstacles, Scotland
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FOOD FOR ‘HERE AND NOW’ THOUGHT
Ichiro snores. The fog horn blows. My feet are cold and the fragrance of lilies on the kitchen counter drifts into the living room where I stare at the precarious position of my teacup on the edge of the coffee table while pondering this run on sentence the … Continue reading
BE MY VALENTINE
One homemade heart trimmed in frilly, white lace… One arrow, one promise of a sweet, warm embrace… Once it’s notched, drawn, and trained on his chosen bullseye, Cupid first blows a kiss, and then lets it ~~~ fly ~~~
A CHALLENGING TRANSITION
Once upon a time, not so very long ago, my children’s feet fit into the palm of their father’s hand – but only
‘TWAS THE NIGHT OF BAH HUMBUG
‘Twas just before Christmas, when the Grinch played his part. His slim, furry fingers fouled my holiday’s start by pointing out the turmoil bubbling up in our world- the hatreds, the judgements, the greed that had unfurled. Indeed, ’twas too late, for neither laugh nor smile, would ward off … Continue reading →