Reprise: Deck the Elves
I have found a way to make our Elf work for me, not cause me more work.
That, however, is a tale for tomorrow. Tonight, please join me in a reprise of Deck the Elves.
Ode to a New York Classic
Happy National Sandwich Day!
This day has to do with celebrating convenience food, and #OnFridaysWeHaiku, so I must ask you:
What else could I do?
Shifting Perspectives on Spring Break
One thousand words
Perspective shuffles, per photo
New images appear.
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#OnFridaysWeHaiku
#haiku #senryu #perspective
#SpringBreak #NYC
Word. Peace Out, Pops.
My father HATES snakes. Rather like Indiana Jones hates snakes, only more vehemently. When I was little, a black snake got into our farm house. I vividly recall his unrelenting flow of profanity as my dad chased it around the first floor, while my mom, brother, and I looked down from the upstairs hall. Without going into gory details, the snake…
What summer dreams are inspired by these snow boots?
Inspired by Disney’s Winnie the Pooh, these photos of a torrential July thunderstorm, and this week’s prompt of “rain”
Delve and Expound
what’s to be found delving into the mind
some thing worth the grief or just wasted time
some greater truths on which to expound
or just careless breadcrumbs cast over the ground
How Has Travel Affected Me? Easy – Serendipitously.
I know just enough of the great wide world to see I’ve seen quite little. I have met so many people of different types but still, small a sample. I’ve lived broadly enough to understand how narrow my experience. Traveling expands the eyes, the mind, and the heart – Infinitely open. This is #Day18 of…
If the Super Moon Wakes You up for Silly Games
This morning we played Peek-a-Boo with our friend the Moon. My son and I, giggling softly, wide-eyed in the quiet room. Mister Moon slid swiftly across the Western sky Ducking behind tall buildings – I’ve never seen him be so spry! “Hey, Moonie, I still see you!” My Boy called out in glee. For while…
I have but one regret: I used to be called Sissy
My mama called me Sissy in a Southern way to this day, I miss. I protested once: Mommy, please don’t call me that – I spat – I hate it! In her eyes I saw She took my words literally to heart – like a knife. No salve could I find. The wound – too…
Clearly, I have but One Way to Answer
When in NYC – thou shalt not #fangirl. Living in the Big Apple, I’m no stranger to celebrity sightings, not that I have pictures and autographs to prove it. Part of becoming a New Yorker is adhering to the unspoken rule against acknowledging any celebrity who is just trying to get on with daily life. I’ve bumped into Phil…
Mother of Serendipity 