tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33437239679601358362024-03-19T01:52:23.961-04:00Laughing My Rear End Off. Literally.blogisodes...
musings on life, laughing and the contents of refrigerators from the corner of Levity & GravitasAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09649392262764402170noreply@blogger.comBlogger55125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3343723967960135836.post-31680522243566194982015-04-19T10:55:00.003-04:002015-04-19T10:55:59.535-04:00Cell Phone Camera ArtThough I have worked in 35mm photography, I am currently mesmerized by what we can do with the little cameras in our cellphones. This collection was done only with cell phones- in particular, Samsung Galaxy phones of several generations. Mostly natural light and all this beauty is close to home.
This little photography site is a window to the world you'll want to see. Millions of cameras Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09649392262764402170noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3343723967960135836.post-2870741615234355392015-04-03T11:13:00.002-04:002015-04-03T11:14:57.852-04:00No Soliciting
November 15th might be the opening of Deer Season in Michigan, but this week is the opening of Door Season.
They'rrrrrreee Baaaaack! I have had solicitors at my door every day this week selling everything from lawn care to new windows to Jesus to legislation to actual-freaking-doors.
I can follow a coup d'état across the globe as it happens on Twitter. So the idea of a company still Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09649392262764402170noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3343723967960135836.post-21972591792460566142014-11-26T09:39:00.004-05:002014-11-26T09:49:43.478-05:00Giving Thanks2014 is rushing to a close like the last run on a roller coaster ride and I'm grabbing for the hand break.
This year saw my last kid who lived near home, move to the sunny Keys, sixty miles from Cuba. That brought its own kind of adjustment, as I am a pack animal and prefer my cubs close to the den.
Grateful for texting and FaceTime and all the instantaneous ways I can touch base with my Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09649392262764402170noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3343723967960135836.post-75797872327205885682014-10-28T10:40:00.002-04:002014-10-28T10:52:09.720-04:00The Story I Tell
So, what is the story that you tell?
If, every single day, the story you tell starts with, “You never…” or ” You always…” then THAT is what you create and what shows up, in your face, every…single…day.
Want the world around you to show up differently? Tell a different story; a better story…about good things.
Magically, THAT is what will begin to show up, in your face,
every…Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09649392262764402170noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3343723967960135836.post-63243207945152591612014-08-18T11:37:00.001-04:002015-01-22T10:16:42.896-05:00What I've Seen...On Turning 60
Tomorrow is my birthday. It’s a big one. Sixty. At this auspicious moment I am wondering how the hell did this many years pass so ridiculously fast?
When my kids were young teens itching to do something they weren’t ready for yet, I would get out the construction tape measure. I would lay it out to 100 inches and chalk where their ages fell and how long their wait really was to participate Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09649392262764402170noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3343723967960135836.post-61829909009755866182014-04-06T14:18:00.004-04:002014-04-06T14:18:49.630-04:00The First Three Chapters... Read them for freeHappy Spring, Dear Readers!
A little gift for you...
I'm posting, for free, the first three chapters of my new Sci-Fi Romantic Comedy novel.
ARC
A Sci-Fi Romantic Comedy about love
and aliens living among us.
They’re already here. They look like us. They work beside us. They guide events that influence our world. So what do they want and can we really be friends? Companions? Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09649392262764402170noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3343723967960135836.post-70301566255075022812014-01-14T09:40:00.002-05:002014-01-14T09:40:35.049-05:00Jar of WonderDo you have your own Jar of Wonder? Maybe you do and you don't even know it.
Find out... http://wordninjagirl.com/2014/01/14/jar-of-wonder/Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09649392262764402170noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3343723967960135836.post-40150248289521383472013-10-18T12:32:00.000-04:002013-10-18T12:39:15.617-04:00Twerk or Treat
Seriously. What the hell is with this costume?
I’ve been following a conversation thread a bunch of female writers are having about appropriate Halloween costumes for their preteen girls. They’re discussing the battle for common sense. One had mentioned that she was looking for a monster costume online and had to wade through “sexy monster” getups to find something a seven year old could wear Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09649392262764402170noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3343723967960135836.post-32778313257155901412013-09-12T07:41:00.000-04:002013-09-12T07:45:13.656-04:00Toast. Fried. Zizzzzz
I’ve typed the words, THE END, onto the last page of The Grove! Well, the end of Book One of The Awakened Trilogy, that is. See? There it is. Just above this blog post. It’s REAL. That, is nearly five years of thinking about it, researching it, toying with the concept and then six months of writing, almost every day. It’s a good feeling to type, the end. I’ve hard edited severalAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09649392262764402170noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3343723967960135836.post-30086335444929757672013-08-21T08:42:00.001-04:002013-08-21T08:42:05.984-04:00We Don't Do Death in America: for Matilda
In America, we don’t do death.
One day, it happens to everything that now lives, but as a culture, we just don’t do death. As a nation, we prefer to pretend it’s not going to happen. Conversations about anything’s imminent demise are short, strictly business and as fast as we can segue to more pleasant topics, we do. The irony that we cause so much of it around the world in war scenarios is Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09649392262764402170noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3343723967960135836.post-14795656297814804392013-08-05T16:29:00.003-04:002013-08-21T13:05:28.647-04:00If Wishes Were Water
My Birthday Wish
http://my.charitywater.org/coolwatermimi
It's August and in a matter of days, I'll turn a year older. 59 this time around.
A long time ago, I promised myself that I would find ways to make a difference anywhere and anytime I could. Just this morning, I took a shower, brushed, my teeth, made a pot of coffee, washed some dishes, fed and watered the dog and the catAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09649392262764402170noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3343723967960135836.post-78276762287184779532013-08-03T17:23:00.002-04:002013-08-30T12:03:16.292-04:00My Sadly Neglected Old BlogI've been spending my time these days with the shiny new author's blog and have left this one whining at the door to go out and chase squirrels on a long walk. Sorry, Bloggy.
My readers looking to absorb words that excite you, or annoy you or make you laugh; come on over and follow my new blog where I will continue to do all of those things for you and more. Maybe I'll even bake Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09649392262764402170noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3343723967960135836.post-71705323157866558552013-06-20T11:51:00.002-04:002013-08-21T08:43:20.353-04:00
I was up at Mt. Shasta last October. If you haven’t been there yet, get on it. There’s something very special and sacred and connected on that land and you just have to be there to feel it. Anyway, on a high trail, I stopped at a picnic bench area to have some water from my pack and when I set my stuff on the table, I saw this note.
It was tucked under a rock and waiting for some unknownAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09649392262764402170noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3343723967960135836.post-18328585747626709692013-06-11T10:35:00.005-04:002013-06-20T11:51:39.144-04:00Cheat Alert! Today, I'm totally cheating by posting a piece I wrote for my authors blog over at WordNinjaGirl.com
I’m supposed to be writing this week. I thought I would pound out at least four more chapters in seven days. So, that didn’t happen. Life happened. It happened all around me. Cat sitting, dog managing, spouse home for several weeks recovering from a surgicalAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09649392262764402170noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3343723967960135836.post-44866096513771289012013-05-21T14:19:00.003-04:002013-06-08T12:48:00.557-04:00An Author's Blog? WTF?
http://wordninjagirl.wordpress.com/
It has been recommended that as my book manuscripts roll towards publishing, that I set up author sites on social networking and have a blog where readers can find out about titles, read the latest news and interact with me. (Cue scary face) So in that spirit, I'll be creating a Facebook Author Page, and I now have an author blog too.(link above) and I'llAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09649392262764402170noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3343723967960135836.post-16763008823152699732013-05-09T11:49:00.003-04:002013-08-21T08:44:34.353-04:00The Point Is That She Lived ... Eulogy for My Mother
Sorting boxes yesterday, I ran across the eulogy I wrote for my mother when she passed in 1997. When I finished reading it again, the final line of dialog from the lovely film retelling of the Cinderella story starring Drew Barrymore and Dougray Scott, came to mind. After the Queen has told the entire story to the Grimm brothers about her ancestor she says, "The point is, Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09649392262764402170noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3343723967960135836.post-19087022416541637892013-05-02T09:56:00.001-04:002013-08-21T08:45:12.619-04:00Coffee, coffee, coffee
Oh, this heavenly liquid that fuels my journeys into word canyons, paint farms, color corridors, fabric tunnels, sound clouds and oceans of faces that I see moving in my days and nights; I love you so, my coffee.
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09649392262764402170noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3343723967960135836.post-78387507905671863462013-04-22T15:12:00.000-04:002013-08-21T08:45:57.808-04:00What A Woman Wants
Romance and all that it encompasses; it must be in the air.
Recently, I’ve heard a slew of conversations
about what women want; guys talking, of course. And it’s usually
laced with hands being thrown up in the air for comedic exaggeration or
sometimes, blind frustration, as if they are painstakingly attempting to
resolve a solution for quantum gravity.
Do you honestly want to know what aAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09649392262764402170noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3343723967960135836.post-10851868197879892972013-04-09T12:53:00.000-04:002013-08-21T08:46:42.324-04:00Ink
I did it.
I gathered up the zillion pens, pencils, sharpies, and highlighters and went through the mountain to see what still worked. While tossing out many, I rediscovered favorite pens that fit my hands just so and whose ink moves ...easily, inspiring me to write something, anything, just to feel the flow.
There were probably things I intended to write down when I saved Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09649392262764402170noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3343723967960135836.post-90099479551701771692013-04-05T12:40:00.000-04:002013-08-21T08:47:24.625-04:00Where Have I Been?
Blogging, like a New Year's resolution, begins as a great intention. I'll write once a day! OK, once a week. Screw that, I'll write when something starts itching and I need to scratch it ... with words ... on the Internet.
Though I'd like to write on here on a more regular basis, life always takes priority. And even with the daily chores and responsibilities, Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09649392262764402170noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3343723967960135836.post-50430586903927121702012-12-13T13:20:00.000-05:002013-08-21T08:48:07.232-04:00Unconditional Puppy Love
It's beginning to look a lot like... the way it should look the rest of the year! Though the holidays have re-sized themselves in our home to accommodate less lavish soirees and gifting, they have also taken on the adult vibe that surrounds homes in between grown up kids and the world of grandchildren. Lots of people my age are grandparents and their homes are filled with electrical outlet Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09649392262764402170noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3343723967960135836.post-33954032890462690862012-09-18T17:42:00.002-04:002012-09-18T20:45:18.370-04:00Cups Running OverAs parents, we go along, living our lives and wondering if any of the thousands of hours we spent encouraging our children to "use their words" sank in far enough to become part of their daily practice.
Those same people who once dragged their blankie down a hallway with their story book in hand so you could read it to them in their favorite rocking chair, now wield a keyboard or a pen and paperAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09649392262764402170noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3343723967960135836.post-14226055946508122402012-07-19T12:33:00.001-04:002013-08-30T11:56:23.626-04:00Social Vampires in the Family: Watching Out for the Pointy Parts
I’ve had some
interesting discussions with friends and family of late. I’ve listened as they’ve
laid out their stories of the mother-in-law, the sister, the brother, the
parent, the child who is the person at the center of their worry that is stirring
the hurricane that threatens the peace of their home. I’ve seen the depth of
their anxiety over how much or how far or how long Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09649392262764402170noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3343723967960135836.post-18434232232124480332012-06-28T14:16:00.004-04:002012-07-30T17:47:08.155-04:00Ass Kicking Demon Slaying with a Side Order of Bring It
In an alternate universe, I am a black leather trench coat wearing, ass kicking, demon slaying immortal with a Wind and Thunder Wakizashi blade strapped on my back and gravity defying skills. My reputation precedes me; clearing out hell bred evil long before I need to lift a finger with just the sound of my boots arriving.
In this universe, I am a woman who has tremendous difficulty turningAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09649392262764402170noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3343723967960135836.post-2569507527407683882012-02-20T14:29:00.000-05:002013-08-21T08:50:00.678-04:00Happy Valentine's Day to Your Inner Knowing
Here's my poem for anyone who needs it.
Where The Light Is
One day,
when we least expect it
we will see the light
that burns inside another.
On this day
we will know love.
Thereafter, we
seek opportunities
to sit close
and warm ourselves,
next to where the light is.
When we finally
see that same light,
everywhere we look,
then,
we can know Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09649392262764402170noreply@blogger.com