You have heard the commericial, “What happens in Las Vegas stays in Las Vegas.” The lure is to come for a vacation, have fun, and let your barriers down–no one needs to know. Your secrets are safe here.
Whet Stone
Here is the poem I promised. WHET STONE Whet stone sparkling at the creek bottom, you captivate me through a light prism penetrating the water. Whet stone, you sharpen my senses and strengthen my certitudes of faith. The birds are remembered; the stars are named; hairs are counted; the nations are a drop from a bucket; the islands…
Eerie Shudder
Wayne and I stole a few moments of our lunch hour to slip into the
Rocky Mountain High Delivers
As Wayne and I ascended from the local aiport in Colorado Springs to our hotel, the air grew cooler and crisper. The familiar western skyline of towering mountains filled the view as we drove. Already I felt inspired to breath deeply, open my eyes wider, and let the panorama and clean air rejuvenate.
Rocky Mountain High
Wayne and I leave in a few minutes for three weeks in Colorado–part work and part play. Cool, cool Colorado. Where you can open your windows at night and let the wind blow through your bedroom. The mountain air clears the cobwebs from the mind.
When it is Over, the Fat Lady Sings
When my husband suggested we join a gym, I growled under my breath and hoped he’d forget it. That question was like asking the Pope to consider joining the Southern Baptist Convention.
My Laundry is Chasing Me Around the Room…
My laundry is chasing me around the room… But it is Saturday.
The New Wonder Years
Having made the leap over the 50 hurdle, it is good to summarize the lay of the land on this side of the mountain. There are so many pluses to the jump I hardly know where to begin.
Potter Down the Pot?
Post-Potter depression is what many are feeling right now according to the Urban Dictionary. You know the down feeling that lingers after seven books of Harry Potter.
Contentment–A Bridge Over Troubled Water
I was saddened this morning to hear of the interstate bridge in Minnesota, filled with rush hour traffic, that collapsed into the Mississippi River, plunging dozens of cars into the deep and killing at least seven. About twenty families gathered at a near-by information center, anxious to hear if their loved-ones were injured or killed. Contentment should…