The natural world, life, and dogs.
My father always told me, “Remember, you’re no better than anyone else. Treat everyone—from the janitor to the CEO—equally, with kindness and respect.” From a young age, I watched him put that philosophy into action. He enjoyed shooting the breeze with anyone he met, from a mechanic working on his (or my) car to wealthy… Continue reading An Unexpected Benefit of Being Kind
I admit, I have a love-hate relationship with AI. I love how much better the results for my Google and other internet searches are with AI providing initial answers and links supporting them. And, it’s instantaneous. I hate how AI is already forever changing the writing landscape. No longer can one assume, upon receiving anything… Continue reading What Sort of Dog Would I Be?
My last post mentioned feeling lost for blogging words of late. Soon after, wanting to post something but not sure what I write, I came to understand part of my writing block was that so much had happened over the past year. Too much, it sometimes seemed. I needed to relay the bigger events and… Continue reading Life’s Wild Ride
I’ve rarely been accused of being at a loss for words. Yes, I’m an introvert who prefers quiet and alone time. But words rarely fail me, always swirling in my mind, sometimes spoken aloud, mostly written. Yet, ever since launching Wild Running into the big world in April 2024, I’ve felt strangely… mute. I struggle… Continue reading Where Have All The Words Gone?
I'm writing this on Thanksgiving Day (in the US). A day of reflection and gratitude. Me? I'm most grateful for my health, including my ability run, no matter how slow, while recovering from a sacroiliac joint injury months ago. And my dogs; I'm so grateful for them. And, of course, writing. I love to write.… Continue reading Sundogs
I tend to attach a lot of sentimental value to certain items that, to anyone else, appear worthless or worn to the point they should be discarded. Some examples: I have a large dish cloth that my maternal grandmother finished by hand with a blanket stitch in yellow and brown yarn. In second or third… Continue reading Sentimental Things
In the Northern Hemisphere, March 20th was the spring equinox, the first day of spring. It's also referred to as the vernal equinox, vernal meaning fresh, new. It may have been the first day of spring on the calendar. But not so much where I live, in Vermont. It's still snowing every few days, although… Continue reading Spring Equinox
Sifting through old digital files for content and ideas for a new, dog-themed Kindle Vella book project (more on that in an upcoming post), I stumbled upon several gems, positive reinforcement for saving writings even if I can't imagine any future use for them. One saved document nearly knocked me off my chair as I… Continue reading Precognition
It's Monday so, another Memeday, because I'm busy using my words on other projects this week. Any introverts out there?
When I last posted, I was using a borrowed cot to sleep on and a deck chair for sitting, counting the days until the shipping container arrived and I could have my own furniture and household goods again. I also quickly burned through my phone’s hot spot internet allotment, so…no blog posting. (DSL was connected… Continue reading Reinvention, Part Two: Unpacking
Wild Sensibility 