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The Bear and the Unicorn

For my recent suxteee-seckth birthday, I celebrated with my big ole’ modern family …

… at Savannah’s Tequila’s Town restaurant in Sandfly.


(Seriously?  Can you believe they come hooting “Happy Bday” laden with tequila for the celebrant!  Even though I had my large head prepared for an oversized sombrero and some flan.)

Post-tequila I received some neat gifts, but perhaps my Favorites came from five-year-old grandtwins Madison (inappropriately pictured above next to the tequila) and Matthew. Their mom let them pick out their gifts for me.  Madison gave me a pink unicorn in a love mug …


…while Matthew opted for a brown bear that actually smells like chocolate when you rub it vigorously!


(Matthew is in an over-smiling-for-the-camera stage.)

Oh, they also each got me a large skein of yarn–yellow from Madison and green from Matthew.  Not that I knit (who has the patience for that?!), but because they like to unravel the yarn, make giant spiderwebs and throw it all over the furniture and each other.

Thus, inspired by the tequila, when I got home I opted for a quick photoshoot to document my suxteee-seckth.




Moral of Story:  the strangest little gifts ofttimes make for the biggest shots of … Joy.




A Call to Calm, A Call to Reset

I love Brand New Years, with no mistakes in them.

[Okay, with relatively few (major) mistakes in them.]

Perhaps it is because I just recently celebrated (?) my suxteee-sickth birthday, that I am being all Contemplative about Life, but I want to give you my “Call” for 2018:

A Call for Calm, A Call to Reset.

“Huh,” you say, Returning Blog Reader?

Well, this:  Politically (on both sides of the aisle), I see, hear and sense discord, disagreement and “I’m not working with you.”  It’s really not just Trump.  It’s the political system that is basically adversarial.

“I hate you because you do not agree with me on issues.”

But it’s pervasive in our society, even entertainment.  We say we hate violence, bemoan and suffer over Las Vegas, Charleston and Orlando–and yet go in throngs to movies with gratuitous violence (check out any blockbuster superhero movie), listen to songs which present women as sexual objects to be used and discarded.

Maybe it is time in this New Year to think about what we are doing day by day, vote by vote, movie ticket by movie ticket, song by song.

Breathing is Life.  Deep in, deep out.  Deep in, deep out.  Deep in, deep out.

Calm.  Peace.

Let’s reset in 2018 to a new norm, one that emphasizes Joy, Peace, Calm and Getting Along.

We really can find Good if we look for it.

Joyous 2018!










Joyful 2018!

I am starting the blog again.  May you all have the best year, this year, that you have ever had!  Full of Joy, Health, and Enlightenment.

An other-worldly Savannah snowstorm in Savannah, GA.  A harbinger of great things to come!

Sunday Morning Quote (4/19/15)


Every Breath







Happiest of Memorial Days!






Five Friday Happy Bringers (5/9/14)

It looks like a beautiful Mother’s Day Weekend Friday here in Savannah.  (Does that make any sense?)

1.  Sautéed collards and onions.


2.  Delicious views on my walks in Savannah.





3.  This so-true affirmation for today.  (I know, I know–some folks make fun of me for my love of affirmations.)


4.  The enticing perfume of jasmine.



5.  Mamas who are still walking.


My mom just turned 87.  And still getting around.  Here we are at Cracker Barrel on Monday.

Happiest of Mother’s Day weekends!

P.S.  Oh, I forgot to tell you–I got my first-ever Mother’s Day present this morning!  Really.  I’m telling the truth.  Since his parents are out of town today, I dropped grandson Gabriel off at The Little School, and the teachers had prepared cute Breakfast Bags for the moms.  Bagels (“choose your flavor!”), cream cheese and juice.  I lingered, elaborately saying a long and emotional goodbye to Gabriel (“Abu will miss you so much, but you will enjoy the healthy but delicious lunch I prepared for you.”)  At the same time, I tried to look hungry, pitiful and motherly.  I guess it worked:





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