Several years have passed and regrets of losing my wallet are gone. But the memory of an elderly woman in black moving every so slowly along the water’s edge remains as if etched in stone.
There’s a line in a song I wrote recently that stayed with me longer than the music: “I know it’s my own doing… bein’ where I be… but that don’t make it easier… livin’ inside of me.” We All Live in Our Own Thoughts I didn’t write that line as
You may remember watching your children or nieces/nephews spend “their” money differently than “your” money? Suddenly, what they asked you to buy, was not what they were willing to spend their own money on, remember that? That always made me chuckle. And now I am seeing the same scenario in
How do you measure: are you losing or winning?Is life full of triumph or slightly head-spinning?Here’s a small exercise, simple yet wise:Take stock of your “big deals” – your lows and your highs. Your marriages, missteps, your loves and your losses,Your brilliant “I nailed it” or “Oh Well . .
I am someone who loves quotes. Saving them has changed over the years along with changes in my life and technology. I used to cut them out of magazines and paste them in a scrapbook, then I printed them out and added them to journals. When I started teaching, I