The Benefits of Worry

The Benefits of Worry

  Every day as I listen to the news, I find a new reason to worry. I think it’s time to re-print a poem by an anonymous author. Worry? Why worry? What can worry do? It never keeps a trouble from overtaking you. It gives you indigestion and sleepless hours at night and fills with […]

Troubles

Troubles

This morning as I look out of my window on the world, I see a quiet neighborhood, a sleepy, just-waking-up neighborhood with shadowy trees newly emerging from night, the dedicated walker striding up the hill, a few people driving to their jobs already, and I’m grateful for normalcy. If I looked beyond the obvious and […]

A Picture of a Past Generation

A Picture of a Past Generation

  My niece Missy sent me some copies of old photos she found among her parents’ pictures from the past. I’ve been enjoying them. They caused me to realize anew how quickly time flies and people and places we took for granted pass right along with time. This picture, for example, is of two cousins, […]

It Used to be Just Older Folk

It Used to be Just Older Folk

As I re-read this post from a few years back, I decided it still applied to today! A dear friend sent an email in which she mentioned her son having a birthday. She said, “It used to be just older folk who had children that age.” As my son had a birthday this week too, […]

Is Your Tongue in Good Shape?

      I got up this morning thinking about words. A politician on the national scene is in hot water for a word he used a couple of days ago and now he wishes to walk the word back. How do you do that? Many times, I’ve wished I could “walk a word back” […]

When the Quiet Becomes a Bit Much

When the Quiet Becomes a Bit Much

It’s awfully quiet in my little corner of the world this morning. A small breeze stirs the maple leaves. Nemo snoozes, the refrigerator clicks on, and even the birds are still. The dog walker strides up the hill, her furry, four-legged charge trotting to keep up. No lights shine from any windows besides mine. My […]

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