Just a few days ago, we all welcomed in a new year. We were blissfully off the grid for a few days, but my impression was that we mostly collectively greeted 2022 with a sense of both relief and tentativeness. No one wanted to say, "Well, certainly things couldn't get worse than 2020 or 2021."… Continue reading No One Mentioned the Mountains
His 92 year old distant relative gave my husband a quilt. Back home after a quick trip to Abilene, we opened the quilt's packaging and read the yellowed notes straight-pinned to it. The quilt was handmade by women in the community of Truby, Texas in the early 1930s. Each woman had handstitched a square along… Continue reading The Quilt
I'm new to physical therapy. I've exercised all my life. I've taken aerobics classes, spin classes and yoga. In college, my PE credit was a class called, no joke, Figure Control. It was for only women. What in the world? I've even done grueling 5 a.m. boot camps, making myself so sore I could barely… Continue reading Therapy for the Soul (ST)
Oh my goodness, Texas. What do we even say about the week that has just passed? When I turn on CNN and see the news is mostly about us, I know it is not good. As you are aware, we'd already been living through this strange, scary, hard pandemic for almost 12 months now. We… Continue reading The Power of the Pity Pit
Our toddler grandsons spend a fair amount of time in Time Out. Their mom has a little chair by a lonely wall and a tiny sand-filled timer there. It looks like an hour glass except it is only a minute timer. They are close in age and tend to tussle over all kinds of things,… Continue reading Time Out, Again?
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