I like to watch my roses bloom every spring. As spring rolled around this year, I was disappointed to see no roses. Well, one or two but not as many as I expected. I went closer to pluck a few. There were tons of bees on the rose plants and they kept buzzing around my … Continue reading Bees and Roses
Author: Stories Project
National Poetry Month
My contribution. Sorrow Melancholy, Depression Crying, Weeping, Lashing Cold, Lonely, Contracted, Rejected Smiling, Connecting, Laughing Expanding, Loving Happy
About the Bald Eagle
We were watching The ShawShank Redemption recently and hubby was in tears. He is like that. All it takes is a song, a speech or something beautiful to move him to tears. Kiddo and I have a code word for it "Waterworks". On the other hand I am stoic. I have been asking myself this … Continue reading About the Bald Eagle
Gloomy to Happy
This morning I woke up with no energy and severely depressed. As I was sipping coffee, I asked hubby what was the purpose to my life. What have I been sent to accomplish? There are so many women who are CEOs/CFOs/ COOs, doctors, nurses and what not, doing hugely important things everyday. Here I am, … Continue reading Gloomy to Happy
I have questions
I woulds ask @Oprah - " If you could bottle what's inside you and sell it, what would you name that perfume?" 2. I would ask Josh Gates @joshuagates - " You are already having the best time of your life at work. What other career goals do you have? What do your 1-1 s … Continue reading I have questions
Sewing your moral fabric
Despite the lockdown and all, I have managed to find really good fitness videos on YouTube. For three weeks I have been following Leslie Sansone and wanted a bit of a change yesterday. As I was flipping through the results of my search, I found videos that were captioned 10,000 steps in 20 minutes or … Continue reading Sewing your moral fabric
An ode to my best friend
You were my best friend Your smile was kind Your love was pure I think about you everyday Every second of every minute Life was not fair to you But who can understand the ways of the Universe? I think of you in everything I do. You came in like a breath of fresh air … Continue reading An ode to my best friend
