Do you have a favorite season of the year? If so, which one and why?
After a long winter I welcome the spring for the flowers, milder temperatures and the pleasure to see the grass again. Though summer sports and vacations have their appeal, the extreme heat and humidity can be too much for me. Yes, winter has its wonderland days, but at my age the fun of making snowmen, igloos, and having snow ball fights has sort of passed. Now it’s more fear of driving in the snow, clearing off cars, and shivering any time I go out the door.
I was a little kid back in the late 1970s. My most prized possession was my Misty Rose banana seat bike. I rode it around the whole neighborhood, all by myself. Back then parents (or at least mine) had no fear of children being abducted or otherwise harmed. I certainly didn’t grow up with such fears. I guess my only dangerous encounter was when I was riding down a quiet road one day, daydreaming, only to be snapped out of my trance by the sound of a braking car. I then looked, and quickly stopped my bike staring head on with a car. I remember apologizing to the driver, and them warning me to pay more attention.
Each spring, my father plants seeds in flats, placed by a full length window in his dining room. He does this sometime in early May, and then waits patiently for the seedlings to pop up. When they do, it’s like they grow an inch each day. The beauty of new life and growth erupts. Continue reading →
I know that a lot of people out there have asked that question, and there are usually at least a couple of reasons for this final struggle. Yes, I think many of us share at least one reason, but maybe not all. I decided to write this post because one of my main struggles in taking off that last bit of weight is not often talked about. But is it that rare? Continue reading →
I remember that this photo was taken in late May 1998, just days after my husband and I got married. We had been weaving through the beautiful narrow streets of Rome, Italy, where we spent our honeymoon. With no particular destination in mind, exploring hand in hand, I recall almost no people in the area, except a superfluity of nuns whom we passed on the street right before. Suddenly we stumbled upon this bridge, Ponte Fabricio, which we later learned is the oldest original bridge (62 BC) in Rome. This pedestrian bridge crosses the Tiber River to Isola Tiburtin, the only island in the part of the Tiber River which runs through Rome, and the smallest inhabited island in the world. Again, there was no one around in the vicinity except for us. Continue reading →
I frequently use the word magnet to describe my attraction and/or repulsion to places, things and people. The word magnet even reminds me of how I sometimes repel them in my mind, but deep down have an attraction, or vice versa. I call this the third phenomenon of magnetism, where two magnets spin, being drawn together and repelled intermittently, kind of like a yo-yo effect. Where the magnets end up (which force wins out), one will eventually see. Continue reading →
Anyone that’s read my blog for a while knows I like to dance. Sometimes I crank up the music in my car and have a blast! Yeh, I definitely sing my heart out, but sitting in the driver’s seat doesn’t prevent me from dancing up a storm, too. Continue reading →
I remember liking alcohol as far back as a kid, when I would steal sips of beer from my father’s bottle. My parents didn’t even mind if I had a taste of wine at dinner as a young teen. I know this is generally unaccepted in the United States, and yet not uncommon in some other countries around the world. My parents were pretty lax, so found no harm in letting me have a taste. Continue reading →
I have yearned to be exceptionally accomplished in the past. When I was a kid I wanted to be a heroine, or the best ballerina in the world. In my young adult years I wanted to excel at my job and move very high up the ladder, to be the big boss. But as I grew older, and suffered great challenges, just being happy with being fair, good or notable in many respects suits me fine. I now see being a paragon as a lonely position to be in, requiring too much pressure to either perform or maintain such a distinction. Even if it wouldn’t take too much pressure to be “on top”, there wouldn’t be much of a challenge left. I’ve grown to like challenges and continuous learning. I even relish my imperfections, as long as there aren’t too many. Continue reading →
This is the first part of a two part series describing my first depression and mania of my life. It is a first draft for one of the chapters in my working memoir. For other stories in my memoir, please see my posts in my “Story series” category.