mystery: 47/365

mystery: 47/365

In the fall of 1967, I was riding bikes with my best friend, and I stopped beside a mailbox that had its red flag up. For some reason, I opened the mailbox. Nothing. I raced home, my friend right behind me, and we sat together at a picnic table on the deck outside...
the little fox: 45/365

the little fox: 45/365

So I sit at my desk in the morning and make the day’s list, then I get going, one thing after another, a train on its tracks. Like the little fox who used to play in the backyard right in front of my window, the interruptions are life too. ~  365 true things...
project junkie: 42/365

project junkie: 42/365

It’s the way I get things done. If something is huge, then I turn it into a project and break off a little piece every day or every week or every month. Right now, I have this project. I’m also going through all our photos, selecting some to have...
first me redux: 40/365

first me redux: 40/365

Because of the dailiness of these posts, I can’t give them unlimited amounts of time, which is what some of them need. Yesterday’s post was a little scattered but this morning became more clear. In the interest of full disclosure, I just edited #39 (and...
first me: 39/365

first me: 39/365

Despite the number of years I’ve been a mother and a wife, I hardly ever think of myself that way. I am always those things after I am me. Even when I needed to stop practicing law in order to stay sane, I never thought of myself as a mother. I was always first...