Land of hope and promise.
Aid you can make it here,myou can make it anywhere,
My pulse quickens whennI walk your streets.
when I nursed each baby, I sat in a wooden rocker from my friend who had no children.
I sang and crooned to them at all hours wishing for a great morning and a great future.
I haven’t seen my friends in a decade or so.
I have had two surgeries on my right shoulder in the past few months.
No, I’m not a famous athlete just a klutzy person but I’m determined to put these setbacks behind me and move on to become physically fit. I have a good attitude and
much support from family and friends.
The last taboo is money. Families won’t even talk about it.
Parents and children don’t even discuss money. And we really should.
Because money is a means to an end. Not an end in itself. Start talking folks.
I love auburn hair. Only 2 per cent of the world’s population have red hair.
More have blond hair. here is something very appealing about auburn hair.
Out here in the suburbs, I have my celestial moments, coming home from
teaching at night with only the streetlights and a yellow-lit window, I can see a
smattering of stars, maybe planets. I stand still and look up, the vast dark sky
casts a blanket over me with its twinkling sparks.
My sister used to weave on a loom.
She carried around the loom on the college campus.
It made her into an artisan and I was proud of her.
I can’t remember exactly what she wove on is.
Emerson said Simplify, simplify. That’s good advice for us today. Break down tasks into small
Parts nothing too complex. move from point A to point B. Then you can be happy.
I never acquired a taste for beer but I used to sip it at parties to appear sociable.
And it moved me to dance and have a good time.
Every person comes with her own stories, even if she herself cannot see this.
All efforts at communication are an attempt to delve deeper into the stories of others
for by listening and understanding, we learn about ourselves.
There is a Japanese word for goal in the largest sense.
Work toward that goal, make a timeline and you will achieve it.
What events will ensue from these Boston tragedies?
How will people regain their lives after such losses?
How will we all heal and move forward?
I have a friend who met her husband at a bowling alley.
They are very happy after 30 years.
As I grow older, I find myself drawn to gardens, flowers, growing things.
The world is one vast planter.
My father tried ti teach me chess, once. I guess i didn’t show much interest.
I’m sorry now, all the times we would have had together had I learned to play.
My father always told me about the joys of European cafe life.
How you could order one cup of coffee, read your paper and sit all day
watching the people.
I had a heated discussion with my friend about whether magenta is the same color
As fuchsia. I said yes, she said no. What o you think?
We are on the brink of cliffs,
our world is spinning out of control.
How will we regain equilibrium?
I remember the Paris metro
how the day was crystalline
and how we felt the adventure
of our youth and travels.
The world is a crazy place. evil mumbling over goodness.
I don’t always feel this way, just now in Boston.
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