Doll Catalog
To follow up on my last blog post, I want to list all my dolls. This doll catalog is a remembrance of my sweet, little, eclectic collection—eclectic thanks to my mom who sometimes bought dolls she found at yard sales.
Saying Goodbye to My Dolls
I enjoyed dolls when I was growing up in the sixties and seventies. Now it is time to simplify life—so I am saying goodbye to my dolls.
People Are Important
I have watched the video over and over—trying to understand how something so horrifying could happen. I watched so I could form my own opinion.
Thoughts for a New Year
Happy New Year! Turn the page. Pull out a blank canvas. Move ahead. Here are my thoughts for a new year.
Some Days, Everything Feels Too Big
Unfinished essays are scattered across my desk. Others are still percolating in my brain—half-formed and waiting. And some essays are hidden inside me—ones I know I will never write. Some days, everything feels too big—emotions, life, situations, every single thing. How can words express the expansiveness of what it is to be alive?
A Vase of Flowers
I often watch a YouTube channel—introvert & dog. I think the word introvert caught my attention. I am an introvert. The catchphrase he uses at the beginning of each video is: “the magical beauty of the ordinary.” I was particularly inspired by something he routinely shows on his channel: a vase of flowers on the table.
The Heart
A few weeks ago, I had an echocardiogram—which is an imaging test that uses ultrasound waves to create detailed images of the heart. I have had several in the past, but this time was different—I was facing the machine that displays the images of my heart.
On a Perilous Path
Depending on which news channels we watch or which newsfeeds show up on our Facebook pages we receive only part of any news story—specifically, what a certain group (or the algorithm) wants us to know or believe. Because of this, some people live in an alternate reality from what is true and should be right in front of our faces. We can’t make sound decisions if we rely on only one source of information or believe everything someone—or anyone—says. Our society is on a perilous path.
Hodgepodge
Hodgepodge refers to a mixed, jumbled assortment of disparate things. I had a friend with whom I used to chat via email. Often I would put the subject title as hodgepodge. It was a warning that I had nothing particular to say, but rather had lots of varied thoughts and ideas to share. Inspired by a recent blog post of Wil Wheaton, I thought I would try that here.
Autumn
Autumn rolls around every year—yet I never feel ready. It starts out fine enough: cooler, crisper weather is a relief from the humidity and oppressive heat here in the South. The leaves on the trees float through the air and down to the ground in graceful, gliding movements.
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