“Bold choices, sir, bold choices. Way to do you, though. Way to do you.”
In an open letter to the notes app,
“Thanks to you, I can remember the open letters that come to me when I am out in the world gawking at innocent people who are out there just trying to live.”
Madison, Wisconsin
Madison is one of those cities that I love the idea of. I suppose that for someone who went to College in Ann Arbor, and then really never left the general area, that this makes sense. I think that Madison will be the first evening of the road trip. Day one, then, won’t be… Continue reading Madison, Wisconsin
Road Trip Love
Now that my son is officially a teenager, the whole thing about time flying is smacking me in my face. He has already reached the age where he sometimes has plans for his own time that are different that what I had in mind. Over the last couple years, we’ve taken a few road trips… Continue reading Road Trip Love
Sangrias for Celebration or for Sorrow
Many people have been asking what the Donald Trump presidential cupcake will be. There are guesses and suggestions flying at me at the most unexpected times. I have to say that I don’t know yet. I’ll need to give President Trump some time in order for me to create the right biographical cupcake for him.
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365 Days of Salad
I decided at the last minute to do a New Year’s goal. I’m going to try to eat a green salad every day in 2017. This shouldn’t be too hard. I love salad! I love coming up with different flavor combinations. However, sometimes when you don’t slow down, it can be a challenge to get… Continue reading 365 Days of Salad
Savor
Someone recently asked me about my 2016. In the pause between processing the question and clumsily sputtering forth an answer, I realized that I have no idea what happened to 2016. This realization is what led me to 2017’s word: savor. I want to pay attention this year, and experience it fully. Of course, I’m… Continue reading Savor
In an open letter to a long-neglected website,
“Funny thing is that I’ve pretty much ignored you for a couple months. Then, I had a technical problem, and now all I want to do is login.”
In an open letter to George Wallace,
“Recent events have piqued my interest in your story. Please do not interpret this as an opportunity to haunt my dreams. Thanks in advance!”
In an open letter to the coat-less woman who whizzed by me on a scooter on a cold, cold day,
“This seemed like a fashion choice. I’m wondering, though if that 3 inches of exposed upper butt was also a fashion choice. My real question, though, is wasn’t that cold? You had both low temperatures and the wind you created going at that bare skin.”