The ideals which have lighted me on my way and time after time given me new courage to face life cheerfully, have been truth, goodness, and beauty. — Albert Einstein
I toddled off to work yesterday with a scratchy throat and a pocket full of cough drops. Last night that turned into the typical “just someone remove my throat already for mercy’s sake” sort of cold. I seriously think something … Continue reading →
After looking at this mess of pieces stuck to my wall for awhile, I did what any normal person would do: today I started to take them down. I had put all the “extra” or “left over” pieces into a … Continue reading →
I believe I ended up seeing the one-off Sherlock special four times. Three that were unmarred by signal problems. The last time, this past Sunday, I was still paying attention to several big ideas that were put forth in the … Continue reading →
Almost every year about this time when the temperature starts dipping into the “man is it cold” state of things I am reminded of this book, Our Own Sung Fireside, Images of the New England Home 1760-1860 by Jane C. Nylander Continue reading →
When we surrender to the fact of death, not the idea of it, we gain license to live more fully, to see life differently.
