Recently, I was able to visit the Butterfly Biosphere at Thanksgiving Point in Lehi, Utah, and it was an amazing experience. I went with my team from work for an activity. We had a great time learning new things and taking advantage of the many photo ops along the way. Being there reminded me of … Continue reading Metamorphosis
As of this writing, I don't have a hot date for Valentine's Day, and I thought of throwing an anti-Valentine's Day party, but decided that would be too much work, and there is a chance (wonder what the odds are) that I WILL have a date for Valentine's!
Today, I’ll share this bit of writing, I’ll wear his red/black flannel shirt to work, and perhaps I’ll shed a few tears as my heart misses him. And tonight, tonight I will eat tacos, complete with their salad dressing topping in his honor. Happy birthday, Kelly!
I am a writer. And I remember one day, as I heavily walked down a hallway and the floor shook a bit, that I thought to myself, I am lumbering. Lumbering is the perfect word to describe the way I am moving. I am demonstrating the very definition of lumbering — and in that moment I loathed myself. That experience, coupled with others like it were a big part of the impetus for coming to the decision to actually do something about my health and weight.
How to Stop Time by Matt Haig I give this book 3.5 stars. It was one I read for my book group, and probably not one I would have picked up otherwise. The premise was quite interesting, being about longevity, a person living for centuries and how that plays out. I liked the glimpses of … Continue reading How to Stop Time
It’s rare that everyone in the group loves the book, reads the book, or comes every single month, but regardless, there is a cohesiveness to our book group that I treasure. . . I love this group of ladies; they’ve been there with me and for me through many of life’s up and downs, and they’ve introduced me to many of books I may not have picked up otherwise.
This poem, about corn chips is my effort at writing bad poetry on purpose. In it I attempted to break all the writing rules – so you will see cliche, mixed metaphor, and other broken rules – yet I think it still works in an odd sort of way.
I’m so excited to do this. It will be something to liven up January — an antidote to the post-holiday letdown that sometimes happens. I’ll let you know how it goes! If you are local and want in on the planning, let me know; if you want to come do the escape room adventure, let me know that too.
On the brink of life I stand, peering in Hesitant to step Into the swirling mass; A kaleidoscope of beings Pursuing their own ends. Where in this jumble of colors do I fit? To which facet should I cling? Become who I am? Hesitating, I stand On the brink of life.