Tag Archives: gratitude

Make it Home

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The lanes were backing up in a new place. I drive them each night, but I’d never seen a situation quite like the one this evening. Five lanes merged into one, except for those drivers who peeled off or made illegal U-turns to get out of the mess. I thought about joining in, but the […]

The Not Day

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Is it 1979? Because I’m fairly confident my brain today could pass as being the sole inspiration for Pink Floyd’s “Comfortably Numb.” Days like today make me want to throw in the towel for this blog. Because, really, it is what it first set out to be: a collection of daily writings — and the […]

I have a two-year-old.

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She’s quiet, doesn’t talk back and never throws tantrums. She’ll never succumb to the terrible twos; I can guarantee the worst she’ll give me is some difficulty when it comes to gathering my thoughts and focusing. She’s a joy to come home to, and I’d swear she appreciates our nightly routine as much as I […]

Jumpstart the Enjoyment

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Just like that, it’s over. Christmas is behind us. A local radio station that’s been playing holiday music since November 15th at 3pm (I know because, ahem, I tuned in for the start) is back to playing regular tunes — but they’re easing us into things. Every other song is still a Christmas favorite, thank God. Something about this […]

18.

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Eighteen. The number of days left — including tonight — until I will have blogged daily for two years…minus a small hiccup last summer when the Palm Springs heat lulled me to sleep without warning…and without writing. Oops. Eighteen years ago I was eighteen. But I can only say that for thirteen more days…then 37 […]

Tayo’s Lesson

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He’s getting up there in age. He usually doesn’t sleep with me, as he tends to prefer staying out most of the night despite his years. He’s lazy and naps during the day while I slave away. He is soft-spoken but demanding and persistent when he wants something — which is rare, except when it […]

Azalea Sky

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We’ve had the most magnificent sunrises lately. The other day I noticed that the kitchen had a strange pink hue about it. “How odd,” I thought. Odd until I looked outside. It was just after 6am and the sky seemed to be awash with azaleas. Fuchsia clouds popped against a quiet blue sky, a sky still […]

The Squeegee Truth

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I squeegeed my carpet tonight. I heard a tip recently that a squeegee works wonders at getting pet hair up and off of whatever it is that’s overly furry — with the exception of the pet itself. I’m sure they wouldn’t appreciate being accosted by a rubber-edged contraption at the end of a long handle. During […]

The Art of Thanks

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It’s a small word that can mean so much. “Thanks” is one syllable that, sadly, occasionally catches us off guard because we don’t hear it as much as we could — or should. I think it could be used far more in the business world, and I think everything in its wake needs to be […]