Tag Archives: comfort
It happened again—I had a great topic (I thought) for a blog post—and there was another national tragedy, the shooting and murder of police officers in Baton Rouge. May the officers who lost their lives rest in peace, and may … Continue reading
Antidote
Recently, I was talking to a friend who enjoys reading my blog. She mentioned that it had been a least a month since I updated it. There’s a reason why. When I started this blog, my main goal was … Continue reading
Ordering from Amazon
One of the great conveniences of the modern era is ordering stuff online. Because I live a healthy 45 minute drive from any decent retail (the nearest stores are Publix (groceries) and Wal Mart, the expediency and ease of … Continue reading
The Future and the Past
After my recent shoulder surgery , I went to a rehabilitation facility to hasten my recovery. It was an unusually pleasant place—attractive, clean, with attentive staff. During the ten days I stayed there, I experienced something that shook me … Continue reading
Full Moon Rising
When I was teaching, we could always tell whenever there was a full moon by the children’s behavior. If previously mild mannered, cooperative children began acting slightly crazy and hyperactive, the teachers would console one another by predicating … Continue reading
It’s Always Something
It’s always something: Something to celebrate, something to mourn, something to regret, something to attend to. I miss my husband. Because it is always something: a phone call or three; a doctor’s appointment; walking the dog; visiting friends, laundry; … Continue reading
The View
What is the price of progress in a state like Florida where developers are king and progress is measured by how many houses can be built on a tract of land? In a recent post I wrote about my dismay … Continue reading
Progress?
The developer here in my community continues to build new homes wherever the company can find a space that could accommodate a house, even if it’s a lot no bigger than the proverbial postage stamp. That’s the price of living … Continue reading
I Feel Blessed
I feel blessed to be surrounded by so many wonderful people. Trite? Maybe. But consider this: my life took a drastic left turn on August 25, 2012 at 10 p.m. My husband died. I thought I was ready—six … Continue reading
The Widow’s Club
It’s not a club I clamored to join. In fact, none of the members wanted to join it. We were recruited in the harshest of all possible ways. The initiation was almost as difficult as any street gang’s—we had … Continue reading