Sad days.
Sometimes you read something that captures something special. I saw this on the Miraculous Smile website - which you may want to follow - and it, well it made me smile. Today, we are all so busy doing things and back in the 90s I was sitting in an office and one of the guys… Continue reading Time for You
It’s so nice when someone is inspired by what you have written.
So I am reblogging Abbie’s take on this subject.
Thanks to the Magic of Stories for inspiring this post. Karen J. Mossman talks, in a way, about creating a balance between being realistic and providing an escape for our readers.
Can you think of any scenes where people go to the bathroom? I’m going to be vain and tell you that in my memoir, My Ideal Partner: How I Met, Married, and Cared for the Man I Loved Despite Debilitating Odds, I talk about going to the bathroom a lot. In one scene, I’m making oatmeal, and my husband Bill, totally blind and partially paralyzed by two strokes, is sitting at the kitchen table in his wheelchair. Suddenly, he says, “Oooh, I gotta pee. Oh, it’s too late. I wet my pants.” This gives my readers an idea of what I went through as a caregiver.
What about farting? In Larry McMurtry’s The Last Picture Show, there’s…
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I picked this up from Facebook this morning and followed the blog link, it's a really interesting article about sexual harassment and some close encounters. Elizabeth is brave sharing her own experiences and it made me think of mine. I'm five years younger that she is, and the world was a different place back then.… Continue reading Me Too!
This article caught my eye this morning. It's really interesting and of course, I asked myself the same question. Could I switch off my phone for one day? Could you? On 22nd September, it's switch off your phone day, I'm considering it. If I do, i shall report back here. If you do, please let… Continue reading Turn it off and wait for the twitching…
With so much going on in the world and so many mountatins to climb as we earn our living and keep our lives together, we should all have a place like this. Where is yours?
Believe it or not, even though I live in Sheridan, Wyoming, my happy place is a beach in Jupiter, Florida, where my brother and I often go when I visit him. I sometimes swim but am mostly content to walk alongside the ocean and feel cool waves wash over my feet, cleansing them of the tension from which I’m retreating. I also enjoy sitting in a lawn chair with a picnic lunch or lying on a blanket. Once when I got sick during my visit, my brother and his family encouraged me to accompany them to the beach. I went, against my better judgement, and to my surprise, the ocean breeze and the roar of the waves plus the occasional cry of seagulls made me feel better.
I recently red an article entitled “5 Ways to Re-Start a Bad Day.” One suggestion given here is to think of…
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I mentioned before that I worked at Olive Garden for 17.5 years as a manager. What I did not mention, as of yet, was something that rang true for me and/or any other manager on duty at the time. Your team is what can make or break you! This is true in real life as […]… Continue reading Team — Miraculous Smile
This is a short poignant story that many of us can identify with. I've delighted it because it's worth reading and I think you will enjoy it. Companion
An interesting and thoughtful story to share with you. It certainly had me thinking.
I pull to the side of the road. The screech of sirens and the flashing blue lights of an ambulance head towards my village. For a moment I am simply grateful that my younger son sold his motorbike, even though I know he misses it dreadfully. There were too many ditches when he was younger…
Then I wonder who needs the ambulance. Will it get there in time? Do I know them? Will they be okay? What if I was me who had died and the ambulance was going for my body while my ghost, all unaware, still went to work…?
Now there’s a thought that comes right out of nowhere and is guaranteed to stop you in your tracks on the way to work…
How would I know? Living with the dog wouldn’t have helped, as I am convinced they can see far more than we can. Ani might…
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This is a lovely tale of a trip to Snowden and it surrounding aread. The Snowdonia mountain range is the backdrop to where I live. Wherever we go on our island of Anglesey, you get the magnificent vista sometimes surrounded in cloud, other times very clear. So it was nice to read of a fellow blogger visiting the area.
Sunrise Over Snowden
After packing, checking and repacking our bags, probably more times than necessary, we were ready to go. We caught a busy West Coast train from Lancaster to Warrington, and then one to Llandudno Junction. This was also busy, and we were stood up for a good while, but eventually got a seat. The final, and shortest, leg of the train journey took us from Llandudno to Bangor!
We took a taxi (*tacsi) from Bangor to Llanberis, in Snowdonia National Park.
All in all our journey took just under 4 hours, and we arrived in Llanberis around 4pm, giving us 8 hours to fill before meeting our guides.
The village of Llanberis, sits on the southern shore of Llyn Padarn and at the foot of Snowdon. Llyn Padarn is one of the twin lakes that cut through the mountain range creating the Llanberis Pass, the other…
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