Days of my Life #44

There’s no Shit it’s Just Compost. That’s what I’ve told my clients ...the ones recovering from trauma and abuse. It’s been several decades since I first began using that phrase and it still works. It’s always brought ah ha’s, laughter and head nods. Anyone who gardens successfully knows that the best soil is full of … Continue reading Days of my Life #44

Days of my Life #30

Yo. Yo. Yo. Whatsup folks? Thought I’d try a more youthful, hip approach today. Whatyathink? I felt the need to be more or less different in my writing today, but so far, try as I might, it ain’t working for me. Maybe that’s because I’m puzzling over a situation, yes the same old pandemic has … Continue reading Days of my Life #30

Days of my Life #28

Have I developed a habit of writing daily? It’s debatable, even though it is about twenty eight days that I started doing this with surprising regularity and that is, more or less the standard for creating a lasting habit. I woke around 2am thinking I might begin this daily expulsion of words from ether to … Continue reading Days of my Life #28

Days of my Life #24

My deceased second ex-husband, Peter, was a volatile SOB whose idiomatic language would always amuse and infuriate me. It’s not exactly because of the actual words he used, it was that most of his “isms” were at the same time both silly and mean-spirited. He was a deeply injured soul. This wasn’t the reason I … Continue reading Days of my Life #24

Days of my Life #23

Little Red Riding Hood. You remember the story don’t you? Ya know the one where Mom warns Red about the Wolf, and naive little Ms.Hood ignores her mommy’s wise words as she hops and skips through the forest to visit G’ma, only to be preyed upon by the big bad Lupus? Myths have been used … Continue reading Days of my Life #23

Days of my Life #22

It’s another beautiful day. Who could complain with These delightfully sunny skies and gentle breeze. Certainly not I. I’ve been walking fairly regularly, up the hill, along the path, by the creek, as far from thoughts of pandemics and politics as I can muster...even though such thoughts are mostly unavoidable. I couldn’t walk yesterday, partly … Continue reading Days of my Life #22