Being Me

Being Me

Here I am at 60+ years of age (thank you, yes I know I don’t look a day over 55) and still trying to figure out what I’m going to be when I grow up. It’s a big assumption that I will ever actually do that – grow up I mean. All indications point...
Thank You Mom

Thank You Mom

Awhile ago I was camped in my recliner, reading the last pages of a favorite book and listening in on a telephone conversation between my husband and his youngest daughter. The familiar flow of their conversation, centering around the unfortunate byproducts of her...
Playing in the Paint

Playing in the Paint

Once a month I convert my sign shop into a play room and host an Art of Being Present play date.  The 12-ft table is covered with dozens of bottles of paint and stacks of slick finger painting paper.  The CD player is set up with an eclectic selection of music picked...
My Skin Doesn’t Fit Anymore

My Skin Doesn’t Fit Anymore

My skin doesn’t fit anymore.  It still does its job, which is to keep my innards in and the outside world out, but there’s a lot more slack in the sack than there used to be.  Other than surgery, there’s not a damn thing I can do about it. Things sag. Particularly my...
What’s it All About?

What’s it All About?

What does that mean; Creating Adventures? It must mean something, right? Don’t the blogosphere rules tell us that the title is supposed to provide a clue to the content? Creating Adventures means several things.  Depending on how you accent the words it has to...