I like fashion. Part of me blushes with embarrassment at confessing such a thing. For three reasons. One. It seems superficial and frivolous, especially when there are so many...
I like to stare out the window. It’s a relaxing and meditative diversion. Some people experience this by looking heavenward to the stars. Or by sitting in front of an...
Goodbyes can be hard for me. Especially when I’m saying them to someone I love. Then they don’t feel very good at all. But within every goodbye is the welcoming...
I love fabric. Everything about it. The look. The feel. The smell. Nothing puts me in a bright-hearted mood like walking the labyrinth aisles of a fabric store. There’s just...
I can’t swim. But I do like the water – to an extent. If my body were a map, my breast bone would be the dividing line. Like the equator. That’s the border between...
I have regrets. Probably more than I care to admit, or face. I’m not one of those people who boldly declare, “I regret nothing.” I don’t necessarily wallow in them...
I bake. Cookies mostly. But sometimes cakes on someone’s birthday. Or pies at Christmas or Thanksgiving. I love everything about baking – the ingredients, the...
At the start of every new year, I resolve. I gave up resolving out-loud years ago, but I resolve none the less. This year is no exception. Like a lot of people, I’ve...
