Tuesday, November 20, 2012


My childhood was so wacked that I have to work at normal.  My point of reference is so off most of the time that my words and actions are preserved differently than is my intent.  It’s like speaking in a different language.  It would be best if you just laughed at me when I confuse my attempts at normal.  Then I can laugh, too.

Thursday, July 19, 2012

"Look like a girl, act like a lady, think like a man, work like a dog... "  mmm

Wednesday, July 11, 2012

Getting Reconnected...

I have the cable guy at my house today.  I have not had cable at my here in a long time and no TV at all for three months and it has been a very good thing.  However, today I am getting reconnected again.  I have missed So You Think You Can Dance this summer, but I’m sure not much else. It will be nice to have local news again.

Monday, June 11, 2012

Mr. Rogers had it right and this PBS video remix is very good.


Monday, January 30, 2012

Fifth Monday Specials

Fifth Monday Specials: Great Destinations
Happy sojourn to these great places…

Monday, January 23, 2012


My son popped the question and got a yes!

Wednesday, January 11, 2012

Oriah Mountain Dreamer

"It doesn't interest me what you do for a living. I want to know what you ache for, and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart's longing.

It doesn't interest me how old you are. I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool for love, for your dream, for the adventure of being alive.

It doesn't interest me what planets are squaring your moon. I want to know if you have touched the center of your own sorrow, if you have been opened by life's betrayals or have become shriveled and closed from fear of further pain! I want to know if you can sit with pain, mine or your own, without moving to hide it or fade it, or fix it.

I want to know if you can be with joy, mine or your own, if you can dance with wildness and let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes without cautioning us to be careful, to be realistic, to remember the limitations of being human.

It doesn't interest me if the story you are telling me is true. I want to know if you can disappoint another to be true to yourself; if you can bear the accusation of betrayal and not betray your own soul; if you can be faithless and therefore trustworthy.

I want to know if you can see beauty even when it's not pretty, every day, and if you can source your own life from its presence.

I want to know if you can live with failure, yours and mine, and still stand on the edge of the lake and shout to the silver of the full moon, “Yes!”

It doesn't interest me to know where you live or how much money you have. I want to know if you can get up, after the night of grief and despair, weary and bruised to the bone, and do what needs to be done to feed the children.

It doesn't interest me who you know or how you came to be here. I want to know if you will stand in the center of the fire with me and not shrink back.

It doesn't interest me where or what or with whom you have studied. I want to know what sustains you, from the inside, when all else falls away.

I want to know if you can be alone with yourself and if you truly like the company you keep in the empty moments." ~Oriah Mountain Dreamer