Be grateful, my baby. Seems easy enough. We all know folks who look at their life with dissatisfaction. I’m not talking about the kind of emotion that is healthy and propels us onward to bigger and better things in our life, I’m talking about the kind of dissatisfaction that weighs on a person and makes …
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As a newly-minted grandmother, I think about opportunities to pass wisdom on to Sweet E when he’s old enough. And life is one big lesson, isn’t it? Last week I received news that a lifelong friend’s mother was going into hospice care. Not the news any of us wanted to hear. Some days are tough, …
As an elder in society…AM SO!…I think it behooves me to learn new things about the world around me, to challenge myself, even if that means I’m uncomfortable. Coding makes me uncomfortable. Yes, the kind of coding used for computers, or blog design, or creating apps. It’s crazy to me that I should try and …
My mother, The German, and I rarely saw the world through the same prism. She was German; I was American. She was ladylike; I was a tomboy. She only cursed in German; I cursed in three languages. She insisted my brothers be coddled; I insisted she’d lost her mind. She never spoke of politics or …
Our Sweet E is here and there is so much I want to tell him. Mostly this… Dig Yourself Once you get over what folks think about you, and believe me they will always have an opinion, life gets easier. Once you get to that point, you get to ask yourself what’s important to you, …
Life is a ball of snapping rubberbands with a soothing center of delicious cream-filling. I think of it as mostly sweet goodness with the occasion surprising sting. Last week, I got more than my fill of the glorious gooey center. Girl was returning to work and she asked me if I would consider coming for …
I went to check my mail and my neighbor met me out front. John is a great neighbor. He and his wife Marilyn regularly babysit Dexter (as we babysit theirs). You remember Dexter: Not only are they neighbors whom we trust with our house keys, but they were a large part of Boy’s youth; they …
Dear Sweet Readers, Consider this a love letter to all who have opened their hearts, Internet browsers and comment boxes to/on my humble newborn site, OMT! You have made the last almost three months some of the most fun and rewarding in my blogging career. Thank you. You have allowed me to share my thoughts …
It’s been a month, 4 weeks and one day, of growing into my new role as Grandmutter (?), Grannna (?), Geema (?), and I want to share some unexpected truths I’ve learned. Nothing but the best for you, my sweet readers. Let’s bullet point this truth-down, shall we? * I love my family deeply. This …
…or as we say here in Texas, going to the dawgs. My family is big on dogs. Big, hairy, messy dogs. Husband and I have had them our entire married life, with only a sad two-year period when we were dogless, yet Boy’s crusty cantankerous 18-year-old, then 19-year-old, cat remained. We started our married life …