Last week I was preparing a post on how to simplify your life, how to get down to the essential things. I was feeling tired from my ongoing level of activity, extra effort to complete my patio gard…

Last Wednesday I did something I rarely do; I took the time to go to an art offering in my community. It was “Van Gogh : The Immersive Experience.” I think I went because I was thirsty …

Last week I talked with my friend who had exciting news. She’s leaving on Friday with a travel partner to walk the Camino. After years of not taking any vacations, she’s spending six we…

To plant a garden is to outwardly show you trust the future; you’ll be around to see those seeds sprout, those plants grow. You invest in soil, fertilizer, seeds, plants, and tools to form th…

Today is Easter Sunday, the Highest of holy days in the Christian faith. It is a time of deep, rich memories for me. Easter day on Cam Peak by kay kenyon is licensed under CC-BY-SA 2.0 As a child, …

It’s the first of April and springtime is apparent everywhere with dogwoods in full bloom, tulips and irises at their peak, and new buds making the trees look like a study in green. I’m…

I’m at an age where many people are downsizing and cleaning out their homes. Some folks are taking care of their parents’ or older relatives’ estates. At times, it’s an over…

Over the past 6 months, I’ve taken a break from online dating. I have continued regular nights of dancing in Raleigh and added a new dance venue for Blues in Durham. I’ve gone to hear b…

Last week I talked with Paula, my friend that I met years ago when we worshipped together at Evergreen Methodist Church (UMC) near Chapel Hill. At that time, my two sons were in middle school and a…

Last week I wrote my first post about Mama’s role as The Rawleigh Lady. Her route was in the neighborhoods where Black people lived, the area referred to as “Colored Town” by Whit…

Today, I’m remembering Mama and Daddy; this would have been their anniversary and Daddy’s birthday. They got married in a double-wedding ceremony on his 30th along with Mama’s bro…

In the last two posts, I’ve told part of the story of my Solo Journey to Chincoteague Island in Virginia. I confessed my anxiety with tunnels in crossing over and through the Chesapeake Bridg…

In last week’s post, I shared my fear of crossing over the Chesapeake Bay-Bridge Tunnel (CBB-T) on my trip to Chincoteague Island, Virginia. I ended with this summary of that experience: Look…

This week I worked on the sequel to my memoir, He Heard My Voice that I published in 2019. The sequel will cover the next seven years and seven solo journeys after the first seven that occurred dur…

Over the past few weeks, I’ve had rich conversations with several friends about finding the artist within. Since many in my age group are retired, it’s natural that they have more time …

For twenty years I was a school nurse. Though I’ve been retired from that position for over five years, I still find myself following the rhythm of the school year. By this time, with the hol…

Over the past month, since moving into my townhouse, there have been many new household things to deal with. Actually, since going through my divorce, there have been many things to deal with. In o…

Stepping into the fog of this new year, things felt a bit off-kilter for me, like I couldn’t quite settle down after my move and the holidays– still thinking there’s “one mo…

Today we awakened to a New Year. The past year went by as a vapor and now we look ahead, wondering what 2023 will hold; how will our future be?; what challenges will we encounter?; what great surpr…

It’s late afternoon of Christmas Day and finally things are still enough that I can sit down to write this post. I sent out very few Christmas cards this year; I was too busy spending the day…