Tag: guilt
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The Pendulum Can Be A Pit
Growing up in the Midwest, winters were bitterly cold and snow was the norm. I loved being outside, ice skating, sledding, snowball fights. Shoveling snow? Not so much. In the evenings, when darkness fell quickly, my twin sister and I would play in our basement. Dad had rigged a swing down there–we had the space…
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What’s Our Blanket Of Shame?
She doesn’t know the rules. She’s only been around for a week, so she’s still learning. The system is not hard, but it’s all new to her. She makes mistakes. Lot’s of mistakes. Gayle and John, my sister and brother-in-law, just adopted a rescued dog from People’s Animal Welfare Society. A little dachshund mix they…
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In A Word–Appreciated
My birthday was this past Friday. It often feels uncomfortable when anyone makes a fuss over my birthday. On the flip side, I love making a big to-do about others’ special day. I received a boatload of good tidings on Facebook and emails that were encouraging. A reminder that I’m fortunate to have outstanding relationships with…
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Pretty Poisons; Pretty Pathetic
There isn’t anyone in my family that likes mushrooms. And I love them. When the kids were little, even using cream of mushroom soup made them gag. They’d meticulously pick out the microscopic pieces of gray and, with disgusting noises coming from their throats, would put them on the side of their plates. Glaring at…
