Our mothers did it when they told us we were beautiful during our chubby baby-fat period; our boyfriends did it by pledging undying devotion while sneaking a peak up the dress of our best friend: and then there’s politicians, but we won’t go there.
I bet none of my friends knew I died. It happened about two years ago and this imposter has been keeping up appearances – mowing my yard and posting on my blog sporatically to make people think I was doing well. Continue reading
Glory Hallelujah! Can I get a witness? I think I’ve been struck by lightening and don’t even care. That, or I died in my sleep last night and awoke on some new planet where life is near perfect and nothing bothers me.
The woes of the ages seem to have evaporated along with daylight savings time.
As summer begins winding down and the shadows grow longer and the days shorter, I was mentally flogging myself for doing nothing much. Then I began downloading photos from my camera taken since last May.
Oh my gosh, I’ve not been sitting idly watching Netflix and munching on bonbons – I’ve been making memories, and lots of them! Above are my friends I’ve begun calling the “Sunday People” because we met at church then our friendship grew to include road trips, the latest of which was the Alluvian Cooking School in Greenwood. A trip to New York in December is in the works. Continue reading