Category: Writing

Sometimes this keyboard is not my friend. Not because I create some technological anomaly, which I do, from time to time….but because I sit here and realize that I owe you all a story. Why? Because you are spending your precious minutes “looking over  my shoulder while I ponder life.” It is such an honor…

Hey! Have you ever had a certain word walk across your neurons and take a seat on the park bench of your brain? Oh…you haven’t, huh? I will repeat what I have shared before: words are my best friends…numbers not so much. So every now and then a word will get stuck in the crevices…

Well, I have been summoned for jury duty. And you know, I really don’t mind. However, this is for Federal Court which presides in Indiana in Indianapolis, Evansville, Terre Haute, and New Albany. Sure hope I don’t get sent to Evansville…not too sure the favorite ex-husband will want to hear: “I’m baaack!” But enough on…

“Oh Tannenbaum, Oh TannenbaumHow droopy are thy branches;They may be green and still hold ballsBut touch a limb and needles fall…Oh Tannenbaum Oh TannenbaumHow you so need Viagra.” Like that? Apologies to the songwriter. I am visiting my daughter’s family in Alabama and one of my requests was that she leave their cute house decorated for Christmas.…

If you’re from Indiana, Chuck Pagano is a household name. If you are not a Hoosier, I will tell you two things. One: the original meaning of ‘Hoosier’ is widely debated and is not important. Two: Chuck Pagano is the coach of the NFL team, the Colts, which plays in Lucas Oil Stadium in Indianapolis…

Well, here we are. Christmas once again. Time for me to get in the shower and hustle over to the Christmas Eve service at church. I have a cold and my head feels like it is full of snow. Or snot. But no matter….the holidays are still steeped in joy. All because of that wee…

Well, it’s been a while. Life gets in the way of my ‘ponderings’ and I see some of you folks have still been peeking on the blog to see what I am yammering about today. Thank you for your kind readership and loyalty to what the ole’ girl is up to now. I think that…

Dear Readers of My Blog: First of all, thank you for “looking over my shoulder while I ponder life” in this blog entitled, “Ongoing Stories of My Soul.” You are both brave and kind. At the urging of my family, publisher, and checkbook, I am letting you know that if you would like to purchase…

Sh-sh-sh. Promise you won’t tell. If you do tell, I will be in my crate for a month….and I, Most Magnificent Max, the rescued canine wants none of that mess. I just wanted you to know that what the DebLady says about me is not true. She thinks I am “not quite right” but I…

In my teaching this past week, an old quote popped up. It goes something like this:              “We are the only species who asks ‘why’.”I would go a bit further and add,                 “And we are the only species that imagines.”Now, the quantitive aspect…