My grandma used to tell stories about banishing her four children outside to play in the summer and how my mother refused to sit in the grass and certainly not in the dirt unless she could find a grocery sack or suitable barrier to put between her clean clothes and the earth. I wish I could say I inherited some… Continue reading Something Old for Something New
Somewhere beneath the piles - paper flowers, dusty estate sale trinkets, granny's hankies, mounds of junk jewelry, musty trunks, too many pieces of dark furniture and odds and ends patiently waiting to be chalk painted - you'll find me. I'll be the one looking harried, covered in glue, some ink and a whole lot of sanding… Continue reading Color Changing Words
{You're about to read part two - a follow up from my post last week. If you haven't read part one- you can find it here and I'll be ready and waiting with the rest of the story when you get back....} Three to four hundred... Thousand... Dollars. That's the price range the nice lady realtor relayed in her… Continue reading When Your Will Isn’t My Way
Planted just near the end of my evening stroll with a wide board walk stoop and tin roof stands an old nameless building. In a former life it may have served as a gas station given it's wide bay door off to the side but driving by now, one would hardly find it a refreshing oasis on… Continue reading How to Own the Business of Being You
Almost every night the past few weeks my walk had been preempted by sudden showers making me, well, cranky. Watching the radar like a hawk revealed a slight chance of being caught in a pop-up down pour this night but I was willing to take it. Getting outside this year has been my saving grace. I commune with nature,… Continue reading A Promising Shelter in the Storm
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