Tag: work
The Table…
We’re invited. We’ll be satisfied. We’ll have the perfect seat. We won’t ever want to leave. Banquets or parties can be awkward – what to wear, where to sit, who to talk to and about what. The there’s this: I have a hard time… Continue Reading “The Table…”
Growing Up…
Recently I discovered I had made a mistake that bruised my ego in many ways: I looked foolish, like I had no attention to detail – and it could have caused some real problems. Oh how hard it was to fess up to the… Continue Reading “Growing Up…”
Change Up…
I don’t like change – maybe that’s universal. There are the lucky few who thrive on ever changing ways, but for the most part, I think we like reliable ordinary. Small changes are the most annoying: just when you find a great lunch place they… Continue Reading “Change Up…”
Made With Love By…
A corner of the closet is home to a box where special cards, crayon pictures, and glued together popsicle sticks are safely tucked away. Treasures that someday will be found and the finder will wonder ‘what on earth’ – precious to the maker at the time and forever to… Continue Reading “Made With Love By…”
Sure Thing…
These days uncertainty greets as our feet hit the floor. Weather, work, politics, violence, money, health, loved ones – nothing is sure anymore. Still, we are all looking for a sure thing – even as we reach out it seems to slip from… Continue Reading “Sure Thing…”
Rain Walk
On a recent trip I couldn’t resist a bright peach rain jacket – of course, once I got home the skies were not rainy. It didn’t take long, one day the skies got dark and fat drops began to splatter all around. At… Continue Reading “Rain Walk”
Overflowing…
Today the skies are bluest blue and a cool gentle breeze has finally ushered in autumn. Gently the morning has unfolded the beauty that is all around… My daughter sent a text saying “Happy Fall, Momma! Can you send me the recipe for… Continue Reading “Overflowing…”
The Job
A young man set out one morning – to make his way in the world. He had a family and they needed him to make his mark. His car was old, but his shirt was clean and pressed. He had tried so hard so… Continue Reading “The Job”
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