Thoughts
Yesterday, Today, & Tomorrow: Making My Peace With Sixredheads.com
I’m trying to decide.
Should I transport my favorite posts from sixredheads.com over here?
Should I redesign that site and reactive it?
Should I just keep doing what I’m doing, which is basically not posting in either place because neither one feels quite… »
I interrupt the emphasis on happiness to remember:
this will never happen to me… »
Happy Is…
Finishing the last workshop (I finished classes two weeks ago), completing my Paralegal Certificate. All that remains is tweaking my resume and looking for a position. Next week.
Closing my blogging business of 4 years, Blogging With Flair, and knowing I’ve put my clients into secure hands. I can’t put into words how relieving it is… »
Chamblin’s Book Mine Downtown Jacksonville, Florida
About 13 years ago, when my oldest mancub was a baby, I frequently trolled around my favorite book store while he napped in his stroller. He was an excellent sleeper of a baby, usually taking a 4 hour daily nap. Fair skinned, bald, long and thin, he was quiet in general and constantly observant. We… »
Working: Jacksonville Public Library Downtown & More Magnificat
Did you know schizophrenic homeless prostitutes like to sit in the leather armchairs of the foreign language section of the public library??????
Me either.
They are kind of funny! They have the system down: come in, get searched, grab a book, settle into a chair. Their voices are raspy and one of them is convinced there are… »
Downtown Jacksonville: Magnificat Cafe
The biggest drawback to working from the library is having to pack everything up in order to get a cup of coffee or lunch or run to the bathroom. I suppose it will help me to travel light and clean out my laptop bag a little more often. I get used to gypsie living and… »
Half Acre
Half Acre
(Dan Messe)
I am holding half an acre
Torn from the map of Michigan
And folded in this scrap of paper
Is the land I grew in
Think of every town you’ve lived in
Every room you lay your head
And what is it that you remember
Do you carry every sadness with you
Every hour your heart was broken
Every night the fear… »
Tell me a story…
“It was with great joy and delight that she took the dirty container that once held the pork marinade and added it, rinsed, to the dishwasher. Perhaps to most onlookers, feeling joy over something so mundane would be like raising the mediocre to underserved and elevated levels of grandeur. She, however, had a strong appreciation… »
Happiness, by Jane Kenyon
Follow the link; it’s worth it. Happiness, by Jane… »
Lost and Found
There are two memories that stand out in my mind of being lost when I was a child. The first one took place in one of the many, many fabric stores I spent time in, shopping with my mom. I think this must have been in the days before skinny shopping carts because I was… »