The Sunday Post: 100 Days of Gratitude

I dedicate this post to my ex-husbands. Yes, really. You’ll read why in a minute or two. When I began to collect all the entries in my gratitude journal for 2021 I knew that there would be many things repeated from day to day. It would be natural to have many repetitions. My friends and…

The Sunday Post: Cords of Attachment and Blessings in Disguise

It’s getting close to my self-imposed deadline for this week’s Sunday Post and I’m still not clear what I’m writing about. Hang in here with me while I figure it out. I had lofty goals for today that included making a new spring recipe with homemade gnocchi. I even thought about baking, maybe taking another…

You’re Doing it Wrong

Is there a wrong way to do it? I’m referring to dating, in case you can’t read my mind. Maybe specifically online dating, but mostly dating in general. This is so new to me. I keep thinking that my case is unusual, that most people have dated much more than I have at some point…

The Sunday Post: Tiptoe

I went for a walk this afternoon on the Swamp Rabbit Trail. The trail took us through Falls Park in downtown Greenville and because it was such a beautiful day many others were out too. They were on bikes, skates, skateboards, walking their dogs, and I noticed at least one couple just relaxing on a…

The Sunday Post: A Poem on Valentine’s Day

Like Riding a Bicycle I had a dream last night that I was on a bicycle. This was odd really, and almost seems impossible. You see, I’ve never, ever, ridden a bike. Though, according to my baby book, I did have a trike. My mother wrote that my legs weren’t quite long enough so maybe…

The Sunday Post: Familiarity

It snowed last night! If my daughter hadn’t texted me though I might not have noticed until this morning. I had the shades down in my living room, watching a couple more episodes of “How to get away with murder” and hoping to stay awake long enough to catch Dan Levy’s appearance on SNL, and…

Wednesday Worries

Maybe they’re not so much worries as ruminations, but Wednesday Worries rolls off the tongue a little better. Must be the alliteration. I’ve been sitting on my couch for about an hour now, not really doing anything productive, when there are at least a few things I could be doing. I have a crochet blanket…