Sunday Morning Musings

Do you ever feel like if you don’t speak, write or scream you may explode? And you’re not exactly sure what you want to say? Or write? Or scream? That’s how I’ve felt most of this pleasant Sunday morning. Something itching under the surface, roiling under the skin and slamming around the edges of my skull. It’s maddening actually, because it isn’t tangible. It’s just……there.

Wicked Walk 12/9/15

As I sit here, listening to Hugh Jackman belt out tunes from ‘Oklahoma’, I find it difficult to recall what I did preceding my walk last Wednesday.  However, in my defense, I find it hard to focus on anything when Hugh Jackman is involved. There were trees, mushrooms and leaves present. And it was late…

Awards

I have this thing with technology.  You see, it doesn’t love me.  I recently was able to switch phones and received my first picture text EVER on Wednesday.  However, this lovely purple-clad electronic device knows more about life in 2014 than I do.  And the mere fact I have this blog is a wonder, I…