You Only Live Once!
You Only Live Once You only live once. What a terrible shame To not really enjoy it, and place all the blame On money or fate, or a world filled with strife Not seeing that WE can create our own … Continued
Building A Dream
Ever since I was a young girl, one of my dreams has been to build my own home. In my mind, I could see myself out on this beautiful piece of land with sweat on my brow, dirt on my … Continued
Finding Me
“Know, first, who you are; and then adorn yourself accordingly.” — Epictetus I’ve been a lot of different people in my life. Not very many of them were really me. Because I was such an insecure child, I became both … Continued
Life in the Slow Lane
I used to always seem to be running late. I’d wake up in the morning early enough to have plenty of time to get to where I wanted to go. But by the time I found myself on the road … Continued
Finding My Religion
Over 20 years ago, on a rainy weekend, I sat down and wrote my own religion. The rainy-day boredom had me thumbing through a small, dog-eared dictionary when I came upon this definition: “religion: a specific system of belief built … Continued
Beauty Never Fades
Once a week, no matter how busy I am, I take an afternoon off and just sit and stare at the clouds. It’s not always easy to rearrange my schedule or put my deadlines on hold to carry out this … Continued
Quality Time
I had just been through such a rough day at work, that all I really wanted to do was to stop by the beach on my way home and spend a few relaxing minutes trying to unwind. When I got … Continued
Call Me Crazy
I’ve started hiding money around my house. Not a lot. Just ones and fives. Maybe an occasional ten. Nobody’s going to get rich if they find it, but when I’m doing a really thorough house cleaning (which believe me, isn’t … Continued
The Beauty of Alzheimer’s
My mother is losing her eyesight, so when we get together, I read the clues to her so she can still do crossword puzzles. “It’s a long word,” I say. “It means ‘tardy one’”. “Latecomer?” she responds. Darn, how does … Continued