I asked Liane, “How did you get so great?” She states, “I found my purpose. I love to care for people. I want to give these women what I needed for myself and didn’t have. I now feel accomplished and useful and especially proud with the creation of LI-BER-T House.
“Suzie, it’s time to get up for school. We need to bring your volcano project to Miss Chess,” my mother said in 1972.
At 10 years old, I jumped out of bed with so much enthusiasm. I couldn’t wait to bring my project to school. I had worked on it for weeks. It was a huge clay volcano made out of mesh wiring, coloured clay, tubing, glue, newspaper print and paint, all built up on a square 2×2 piece of plywood.
Here’s the thing: the volcano worked too, as I placed baking soda into a tube which was secured inside the center of the volcano. I couldn’t wait for my time to present the project.
I think I touched on some sensitive nerves with my recently published article, “Stop Flushing!” Soon after publication, I received many emails with encouraging responses.
Laura – “Yes! This happens always. I never thought about writing this scenario. I’m so glad you wrote about it. Can you write about the always tearing toilet paper and the ultra-low toilet paper dispensers?”
Here ya go Laura!
There’s something beautiful about the cultivation of friendships. Years and years of being someone’s friend might compound into an everlasting bond. But is there a point in a friendship when it becomes more than a simple friendship? When a stronger bond of love rises, however, without a lover’s romance? I think I have reached that point in some of my friendships. When I can no longer refer to a friend as simply ‘a friend,’ instead we are in a ‘Lovesship’.
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This is a serious matter! It mostly affects women. Something needs to be done about this problem. Who ever invented the automatic flushing toilet, did not realize the needs of all women! If you know, you know!
On the day that I can take $10 off my grocery bill, feels like a really big victory for me. There was a FREE in that freedom. But… did you know there are tons of things which are also free? Things that people seldom appreciate and observe. Usually when you can no longer have them, then you realize the free in so many wonderful things. Young people! Appreciate the real life frees all around you!
Here’s something to ponder about life. Whose reality is actually real? Is my reality your reality? Who sets the barometer for anyone’s reality? While standing in the pond of life, I thought about this for a very long time.
This is no regular Generation Gap… This is a gorge! This is the devil’s door! This is the mother of all grand canyons! This is the beginning of the divide. The divide between me and my youth, me and my children, me and the trending popular culture. Actually, news to the world… I’m NOT TRENDING!
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I’m standing next to a tall, beautiful nun in a gorgeous royal blue habit. She is selling 2025 calendars from her parish, L’Ordre du Magnificat de la Mère de Dieu. Each calendar is $10. The owners of the shop bought a calendar and gave an extra $5 donation for a candle. As she walked out the door, the wind lifted her habit in a cape like way, as though she was a superhero. I was transfixed and felt as though I was in the presence of God or a divine spirit.
Another way to approach November is what I like to call “The Kissing Season.” This is the best time to find a great book, put on cozy socks, and get under a blanket. If November had a sexy “thang” it would be more attractive. Every month has its “thing”. November needs more than a memorial day and Black Friday, it needs better marketing!
Here’s the thing about being a senior citizen. The word ‘senior’ sucks! Here’s another word that sucks — ‘grown-up’. I will toss one more into this yucky mix — ‘old-timer’. Whoever came up with these unflattering, disappointing and horrendous terms? Perhaps it would be more flattering to refer to a senior as a Superior, a Chief, a Leader, a Master or an Exquisite Elder. If seniors were given proper flattering identities, which truly reflect their superior value, they would be more respected and entrusted in our society.
I don’t know if you believe in spirits, but I seriously do. My grandmother, Sadye Cohen, was quite a grand dame. We didn’t call her Grandma, Safta, Nonna, Lola, Meemaw or Bubbie; she was Sadye, the same name her friends used. She was 4-feet-11-inches tall and was referred to as ‘two feet of thunder’.
As we approach the depths of autumn, the daylight hours are shrinking and melting. For some people this is a challenging time to say goodbye to summer, light and warmth. In blows the cool breezes frosting the landscapes. The painted hues of golds, burnt oranges and red crimson leaves, blaze and fall to the ground. It’s time to reach, really reach for the light.
At dinner that night, my father asked us what we were going to do to give back to the world. He stated that today was filled with blessings. So, what was our plan to give back? I wasn’t sure. I told him I was going to think about it. A few days passed and I thought about a way to give back. It was called, “Give an egg. Sell an egg.” I heard of kids doing this so I thought I would give it a try. This is how it works…
It was an unusually warm afternoon for September 14th. Puffy clouds rolled along covering and uncovering the sun. Will I write in my journal? Will I meditate? Will I simply gaze out onto the horizon and daydream? While drifting among the reeds and lily pods, I was able to write pages of thoughts in my journal. The canoe gently rocked me while I wrote. At some point, I realized that I needed to return to the dock as the rocking and relaxation was causing me to become sleepy. Yet alone, I married my loves.
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