Photo by A. Wibowo (Unsplash) There is nearly a decade and a half that separates my husband and me. It's funny because the age difference has never been something to consider. I was enamored that this older man was interested in me. But we’ve experienced the wear and tear life brings, and the reality is, …
Compost, Bad Attitudes, and A Strong Defense
Early Morning HarvestPhoto by A. McCormick With our move to Southern California, I decided to take my gardening more seriously. It’s pretty easy to do since I can garden year-round. This year, I've embraced the art of composting, which includes collecting my vegetable and fruit scraps, my neighbors' treasures, and piles of my sister's amazing …
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The Best Direction
Photo by S. Lundquist (Unsplash) Seven hours and 32 minutes. That was Google's best estimate for our drive from Northern to Southern California. We would start the journey with a perfect split of shared driving. I would begin, and my husband would take over just as we entered the busy Los Angeles traffic, heading straight …
I Was Possumed
Playing PossumPhoto by A. McCormick I could have easily stepped on him, curled in a small ball at the edge of the sidewalk. I gently touched his back and rubbed his soft tummy. His little paws moved, his eyes opened, and he gave me a big yawn. It was a baby opossum. This isn't the …
Do Unto Others And Then a Little Bit More
Photo by Miriam G on Unsplash Do you find your encounters with people more complicated? A little more challenging than your heart believes they need to be? I will confess, I may be overly sensitive to those I come in contact with. I’m a helper and fixer by pedigree. But it feels like people are struggling more than …
Life’s “If Only…”
Photo by Shutterstock I’m going way out on a limb to share a recent experience. I’m quite certain after reading this you are going to think a little less of my intelligence. But, I promise there is a point to my sharing my humiliation. If you’ve read my blogs over the years, you’ll know that …