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WordPress has just informed me that this is my 135th post and I have been blogging for nine years. Although I have been posting fairly regularly this still took me by surprise. What exactly have I chronicled in nine years of blogging and 135 posts? A lot can happen in nine years. A lot of…

Scorpio Season

I have a confession to make. I have always loved astrology. My daily horoscope is sometimes spot on, sending chills down my spine, and at other times, I feel like it must pertain to the millions of other Scorpios in the world because none of it applies to me. But that’s part of the fun….

Three Red Roses

The Summer Solstice is today. Time has been slippery for me ever since the pandemic so it’s kind of crazy to realize that we are in summer again after the year my family has just had. Here in the Pacific Northwest, we crave the sun. Notoriously famous for being a rainy state, fellow citizens celebrate…

We Don’t Talk About…

My young grandson has discovered the magic of film with his favorite movie Encanto. A wonderful story of family dynamics, beliefs, history and magic, its signature song We Don’t Talk About Bruno –music and lyrics by the brilliant Lin-Manuel Miranda–is a cautionary tale about ignoring a family member whose magic gift is telling prophecies, often…

Gap Year

Last month thousands of students graduated from high school or college or university or trade school. Any number of educational institutions scattered across the country. I always loved the word “commencement” (what the graduation ceremonies are actually called) because even though it is a ceremony celebrating an ending or an accomplishment or completion, it also…

The Last Two Survivors

The other night over a shared bottle of wine, my husband and I gazed out at an evening heavy with humidity, the sky and air the color of silver and gray. It was completely silent. No birds sang, no creatures rustled in the trees. Utter silence. It was so unusual and eerie that my husband…