I love April though I could’ve sworn it was just January a minute ago. My how time flies, whether you’re having fun or simply trying to keep up.
“…And since we’ve no place to go, let it snow, let it snow, let it snow!”
Styne & Cahn
If we had any doubts about what season we’re in, the last few days have surely put those thoughts to rest. The postcard that is my front yard is stunning and still, almost like the night before Christmas when “not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.”
Welcome to 2021, a year of new beginnings
I love January and I’m excited that 2021 finally shoved 2020 to the pavement so we can move forward. As 2021 unfolds, let’s take a moment to reflect—a moment—not long, difficult hours of laments and rehashing of the miseries, and get ready for this time of opportunity and adventure.
Being rich is not the only way to make a difference, but it helps
Most of us don’t wear a “world’s richest person” label so what we do with our money may not be newsworthy, however, I suspect if we did and we were trying to leave the world better than we found it, we’d have a few projects on our list.
I am happy to report that I have arrived. Not at the pinnacle of anything earth-shattering but at that place my grandmother promised. Whenever she’d get emotional over sweet cards from her sister, or a visit from her best friend, we’d ask why and she’d simply say, “just keep living.” She said as you get older, sentimentality takes over and there’s nothing much you can do about it.
Veterans Day, No Shave November, are good causes to celebrate
Today is Veterans Day and as the daughter, sister, cousin, niece, and aunt of veterans, let’s take time today and honor those who answered the call to serve our country. When I was growing up my dad and his brother often shared their pride in having served and they loved showing their platoon pictures. They bragged the Veterans Hospitals (The VA) had the best doctors in the world.
Growing up in the 60s and early 70s, I was sure that I was abused as a child. I got whippings and there was always the threat of getting another one if I were “hardheaded,” stubborn, or displayed my “ugly ways.” One of the last whippings I got came the month after my 16th birthday.
My mother told me to do something I obviously didn’t want to do, and she said I “sole up,” code for bad attitude coupled with eye rolling. It was New Year’s Day and she beat me right there, fair and square, in the middle of the kitchen floor as she had promised to do whenever one of those attitudinal episodes presented themselves.