Bears of No Brain at All

“Think, think, think...” (Pooh says, tapping his forehead.) What’s as good for Bears of No Brain at All as it is for Bears Who Fear Their Brain Is Going--or Gone? Using words, thinking, communicating. It's the last day of June, and I haven't posted anything yet. My goal is to write monthly, but I haven't… Continue reading Bears of No Brain at All

The Room

November 12, 2019 I'm awake and up before The Cowboy has gone to bed. It's 1:21 a.m. Too darn early. I went to bed at 10, but I'm wide awake now. I'm afraid I'm getting weird.  Unbalanced. And while I really love getting a jump on my day, I'm also afraid I'm getting pulled out of sync… Continue reading The Room

The Log

Sleep is elusive at 60. Whereas babies and children used to wake me in the middle of the night, and after that, teenagers coming in late, now getting up for the bathroom does. Once I'm awake, it's hard to get back to sleep.  And then there are the unexplained wake up calls, the ones that… Continue reading The Log

Delighted In

The ache in my chest was a tight knot, a familiar feeling.  I tried to tell myself I didn’t care, to push it down as I always had.  I went for a bike ride on our trails, straining hard against the pedals to climb pasture hills as I pushed hard on the knot to force… Continue reading Delighted In

Joy at Dawn

I don't want to look at what's inside the Tupperware at the back of the fridge.  But once I brave it, I'm so relieved to start the task and be done with the judgment lurking in shadowy containers behind the non-expired hummus and pimento cheese.  There’s no guilt in dumping rotten food, no matter how… Continue reading Joy at Dawn

Brightened and Fed

"Well, if you're not struggling, you're dead!" I overheard someone say this week. It's a fitting segue as I sit down to dash this off from Athens, Georgia where this morning, my soccer player at UGA had her 3rd surgery in as many years.  Oh my, how this daughter has struggled.  When she went off… Continue reading Brightened and Fed

The True Country

I'm in upstate New York as I write this, enjoying a long weekend with old college friends. We've been hiking and laughing and catching up for three days now in a part of the country I've never seen before, and yet reminds me of the rugged beauty of our beloved Lookout Mountain where we all… Continue reading The True Country