Storytelling. Fact and fiction. One word at a time.
Mostly I never loved celebrating my birthday, but my friend Cathy talked me into it. I never acknowledged anniversaries much either---this coming from a string of flopped relationships. Who wanted to brag about a mess? Clearly not me. However, I'm in a good one now and I celebrate every year---and every day. Despite my resistance... Continue Reading →
The first part of this post was written at school. I finished all my duties: room cleaned, marks entered, boxes packed and ready for transport. I am being moved to a new school. Last-minute administrative duties are done. With this bit of free time, I thought why not work on the writing side of my... Continue Reading →
In a moment of just trusting that an idea was for me, I decided to spend a year doing 101 things in 365 days. There was no logic or even desire just a very deep feeling of trust to do 101 things in 365 days with no outcome except completing the list. A thing every... Continue Reading →
I have an elderly neighbor who's been around for about 30 years. Up until a couple of years ago, he and his even more elderly parents shared the home. They've passed. Now he lives alone. He's quirky, with quirky ideas. Whenever we chat the conversation always finds its way to the biblical ominous end of... Continue Reading →
I had a beautiful yard surrounded by mature lilac bushes that served several purposes. They gave my yard privacy from a busy street. They absorbed sounds from outside the yard and absorbed vibrations from passing trains. They looked pretty. They smelled nice. I loved the oasis that this green wall created. Then one day I... Continue Reading →
Excuses. Excuses. Excuses. I spent the last few days of the school year packing and moving and hauling and cleaning because I am being moved to a new school. I was spent. June is typically met with exhaustion, but let's add to that packing up a decade's worth of teaching tools and supplies and stuffing... Continue Reading →
**This post is not about dieting. It was a dark and stormy night. Actually, it wasn't. At all. It was a quiet night full of familiar sounds of the urban nighttime---sounds that lulled me to sleep from the open window in my bedroom. Sleep slowly took me. I floated away in restful slumber. And like... Continue Reading →
And now that I like mornings... Here's how our daily morning meetings look. I get a Ready? text from David and he gets a Yup from me. Facetime sounds. I tap on it. Most of the time I'm already in the kitchen getting coffee and making breakfast. Occasionally, when I sleep in a little (Yes,... Continue Reading →
Thanks to social media conversations and hilariously reflective radio DJs I have been left considering things I love when I was much younger. Man, sometimes I make myself sound so old! I'm not. I'm just experienced (wink). Things I love now that I hated when I was younger Salads. Fresh. Crispy. Delicious. A whole meal... Continue Reading →
I am very slowly evolving into a morning person. I didn't always like mornings---at all. Ins and outs I can pinpoint the moment I realized that maybe I was missing out by sleeping in. The shift in my attitude about early mornings changed in the early 2000s when I was forced to go out. I... Continue Reading →
Angie Counios 