My weekly gratitude journal, of sorts.
1. Discovering this very cool observation tower on Skidaway Island near Savannah.


2. Wildlife to observe.



3. Being able to hear. What a blessing.
4. Cinnamon rolls for breakfast!


5. Spices


My weekly gratitude journal, of sorts.
1. Discovering this very cool observation tower on Skidaway Island near Savannah.


2. Wildlife to observe.



3. Being able to hear. What a blessing.
4. Cinnamon rolls for breakfast!


5. Spices


My weekly gratitude journal, of sorts.
1. This incredible pizza Robert and I devoured at Ricciardi’s Pizzeria in Richmond Hill GA.

2. This sheet of flowery wrapping paper …

… which wrapped a bundle of supplies I need for a summer memoir writing course coming up in June.

More about that adventure later. 
3. The ability to get out of bed each morning.
4. Completing 2222 meditation sessions on my 10% Happier app.

Wouldn’t you think I’d be a tad more guru-ish by now?!

5. The beautiful spring lights outside daughter Amy‘s next-door neighbor‘s house.



May something light up beautifully for you this weekend.

My blog category about quotations (or truths in any format) that ring true to me (and I hope to you, to us).







My blog category about quotations (or truths in any format) that ring true to me (and I hope to you, to us).

Robert and I were recently at the delightful Stacks Bookstore here in Savannah, where we met friendly worker Anna in her inquisitive T-shirt.

Anna gave us a book recommendation, which we quickly bought.


My weekly gratitude journal, of sorts.
1. This very cool, quirky restroom in The Sentient Bean coffee house in Savannah.



2. Early voting on Monday!



3. The wonderful gift of the ability to read. (Not everybody can.)
4. A fun “inFARMation” stop at Southern Belle Farm in McDonough GA.


5. Having a blast at Truist Park as the Atlanta Braves played the Detroit Lions.


I hope you have a winning weekend ahead.
This morn, I’m marveling and remembering.

Strolling along Savannah’s Waters Avenue over the weekend, Robert and I came upon a row of past-their-prime storefronts.

I had to pause at one and admire its encouraging and exhorting graffiti.

I hope you have someone—or many ones—to say this to.



