Category: The Sunday Post
The Sunday Post: Right on Target
This morning my daughter and I had brunch together and talked about wedding plans, friendships, relationships, you know… mother-daughter stuff. What better way to follow that up than with … a Target run! I needed a couple things, she needed a couple things… As we were standing in the bathroom accessories aisle I remembered standing…
The Sunday Post: Reset
Every Sunday I expect at least two or three emails in my inbox that are not promotional emails with the latest sale or discount code for one of the sites I’ve allowed to have my email address. The first is the weekly “love letter” from the Yoga with Adriene site and it includes words of…
The Sunday Post: Obligations
I’m sitting on my couch with an afghan on my lap and a watered-down Paloma in front of me on the coffee table, and the cursor on the screen in front of me is yelling, each blink accusing me of negligence. (Yes, I realize it’s August and there’s no need for the blanket on my…
The Sunday Post: Surrounded
This will be short and sweet today. Not because I don’t have much to write about, but because I’m a little tired (it was Zumba day) and I will be headed out the door soon for dinner. While I was reading the book “The Chicken Sisters” last week I developed a craving for fried chicken….
The Sunday Post: Send me Dead Flowers
How is it August already? I can’t say it doesn’t feel like the dog days of summer, though. I like to sit outside as much as possible but lately if I don’t get out there first thing it’s too warm to sit out on either balcony for very long. It’s noon now and I’m out…
The Sunday Post: I Survived!
Today I was back in an in-person Zumba class and I made it all the way through! I’m fairly proud of myself for this small accomplishment. I haven’t participated in a full Zumba class in a while and it’s probably been a year and half at least since I did a class in person with…
The Sunday Post: Making Time
I realized recently that I’ve been slacking in writing something in response to the blooms I pick each week from my little watering can of prompts. It’s not like I haven’t been pulling one each week, although I think I have missed a week here and there. When I received these my instructions were to…
The Sunday Post: Pillow Talk
Pillow TalkIt’s dark, no lights on in this room.Music’s soft, coming from another room.I hear you breathing next to me.Our legs are tangled, your arm’s resting on me.My thoughts are spinning, I’m not sure if I should.I think I know what my heart is feeling, but maybe I misunderstood.I start by telling you I am…
