UNEVEN TEARS…TWO

 To save time I shall paraphrase the proclamate found on the ABOUT JOTS page: “…non-bearing of grudges and certainly no annoying voices of gripes, vexed-ness, and/or bad attitudes.”  Much to My Readers dismay,… Continue reading

*SUSIE STRONG*…

Winchester Cathedral   Winchester, Hampshire, England What better way to end the day than to sit in solitude in one of the greatest churches of England, dated from 1079, and reflect on words… Continue reading

HOW FAR CAN WE GO…

  Ham House Garden Patio Ham, Surrey England I look up to My Reader. Admire My Reader. I think My Reader is the Toot’s Potatoes…please excuse my personal coined phrase for Brilliance Plus. … Continue reading

Timeout for Art: END OF MY ROPE…

END OF MY ROPE…. Thursday “Timeout for Art” challenge….using one’s left hand. Since I don’t really have the choice of which hand (it will be the left)  for the next couple of weeks…we’ll… Continue reading

DANCE ME…

If You will take your seat we’ll get started. Let’s pretend this is an unofficial White House (“room”) Press Conference and…Mr. Obama won’t be coming because he doesn’t know anything. Clarification:  he doesn’t… Continue reading

MYRNA AND ME…

Remember Myrna? Electric Company? In early days, Myrna was the Queen Instructress of the Possessive Noun. Here’s a refresher…… Capitalizing on Myrna’s possessive nature, I’m going to take you with me on my… Continue reading

EDIT: LIFE…

EDIT:  LIFE. ERROR. Due to a recent editing error in Friday’s Review stating the gallery was slated for an April opening,  the article should have instead read:  April closing. Lively yet wrong speculation… Continue reading

DO NOT WEAR…

THE TOES HAVE IT…

        “I would only believe in a God who knew how to dance.” Nietzsche

RING-RING-RING…

Well, hello there, Friend! Hey, Saint, whatcha doin’? Playing with my iPad. Again? Still? I wonder about you because that’s what you always say.  So, how’s Mrs. Saint? Taking her usual morning-afternoon-early evening… Continue reading

VISUAL TERRAIN…

Just ONE reason (and there are many more) the Pacific Northwest state of Oregon is so beautiful is because…we get a lot of rain. True Oregonians don’t measure our annual rainfall in inches.… Continue reading

HALF AND HALF, and HALF…

There’s something to be said about the English language. Language can be directionally challenged. Final destination or designation unknown. Which brings me to My Reader who is currently knee-deep in the “to-ma-toe” versus… Continue reading

BENCH PRESSED…

It is difficult to fathom that summer is quickly but quietly eroding into another season. “What happened to all those sun-filled days?” will soon be a question asked by all  true-blue Portlandians who… Continue reading

THE FINAL QUESTION…

A year ago, my best bud Jane and I traveled half-way around the world, London, England, to visit three of my best girlfriends and their families,  travel the South Devon coast, and soak… Continue reading

OUR BENCH…

What can you write about…a bench? Why would you write about a bench? It is  something you sit on. It comes in all shapes, sizes, and materials. Bench. Ordinary. You can sit on… Continue reading

INNUENDO…OR WAS IT SOMETHING I ACTUALLY SAID?

For the umpteenth time in too many months…I’ve rubbish-binned VIAGRA and CIALIS advertisements from my email in-box. I’ve complained, moaned and groaned to wax-plugged ears…mainly My Reader…only because I am not talking about a few penis-related… Continue reading

ABOUT RUTH: Mother Remembering…

Small prayer: “Now I lay me down to sleep. I pray my soul and marbles I get to keep. If I die before I wake, take my freckles and throw them in a… Continue reading

TEA FOR TWO…TIMES 2

Time off for good behavior (defined loosely) has its benefits: time to organize and re-organize whatever needs to be moved, washed and dried, thrown-out, recycled…or just left alone. Once upon a time,  after… Continue reading

[ALMOST] ALWAYS FOLLOW THE RULES…

My Reader reminded me yesterday that Christmas is coming. That reminder can only mean that My Reader has begun to make THE LIST. A numbered list. A many numbered list. Not a good… Continue reading

BEACHING THE BOAT….

It came to me several bed-times ago. It was a blazing, full on coloured, screaming in the night…..nightmare. I had lost my way. Essentially, I was lost and fighting my way back to… Continue reading

KILLING ME SOFTLY…

*gasping* times two…this just isn’t helping me at all and I don’t mean to sound ungrateful because I am. My Reader is beginning to nod affirmatively over the plethora of awards to be… Continue reading

BREAKING RULES…

I already know that My Reader is not going to believe what I’ve done to keep from writing this much-needed award recognition from: I’m Not Lost Just Weird, jensine, Zen and Genki, and… Continue reading

LIEBSTER LORE….

It was a sad day in the forest so dark and dreary The Princess Frog was crouched, leap-less and teary. She’d lost her warts and found life less cheery So gave up the… Continue reading

ABOUT RUTH: The Mother Before

I’m going through old photographs looking for clues of a life now almost gone. I can see that The Mother was a beauty, but not the 1940’s Hollywood type beauty. Yes, the pleated… Continue reading

ABOUT RUTH: The Lost Family

As those two memories go they are sharp and clear because they happened on the very same day. That is what cemented both. Into solid childhood ground. I think The Reader has, probably,… Continue reading