Chocolate

I consume copious amounts of chocolate; two kinds- dark and the very dark. I prefer bean to bar. I wish I was a journalist, a chocolate one. I could travel to conferences, sample bars from every land and write about it. My friend and I,( a fellow chocoholic) often talk about our chocolate shop. We…

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Silent Mornings

When I run, I  watch, I breathe, purposefully, mindfully, and everything seems to have an ease. It is a simple place, this trail, the grounding it gives me, the sun’s reflection on the water. And yet, it feels big. Bigger than me, my worries, my sadness. A place where nature takes over; birds, otters, owls,…

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Anxiety in my house

Anxiety usually creeps into my house at night, when all are tired and moods have shifted. It surrounds us with a gloomy shroud, a fine mist of dread, ambivalence and upset, enough to make the strongest of minds find doubt and feel weak. We have experienced much of this in the past few months with…

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2018 is here

It’s strange to see myself as a statistic on my blog. 2017 must have been a terrible year for I have not posted since July they say. That’s five months.  I did have a wander around the world though, it brought us all great joy. Loved working on the post that followed with photos that…

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I miss courtesy

I miss courtesy. I want it back. Courtesy knows how to accept insults and move beyond. It knows a simple handshake isn’t a nod to I like you or I loathe you, It is just a gesture of jolly good, let’s get on with it and see how we do. It seems to me when…

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Away

Away isn’t always good when you want to be blogging, posting and commenting, but away I’ve been. Spring break, volunteering, teaching art and job hunting. I’ve hiked, I’ve read, I went to the beach.  We took photos –  they will speak their own story. Hiking in the rain at Helen Putnam regional park – I…

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The Flu is Truly an Artist

The Flu is an artist. A special virus. Flashy. Modern. Not unlike Picasso, Miró and Gaudi. Although it isn’t Spanish and they are incomparable. It’s slightly odd comparing the flu to art but I tend to think in color. I recently taught my daughter’s class how to express like Miró. Maybe that’s why. This flu is…

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Not Forgotten. Loved Always.

With the words Expecto Patronum, a silver doe appeared. An enduring love we did not expect. We read, then watched, as only he could portray the man who uttered that most feared killing curse, Avada Kedavra. In utter disbelief I read and re-read the words, a baby in my arms, as Professor Dumbledore fell to…

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Je Suis Parisien

  Je suis sincèrement dèsolé Paris      

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Twenty years

Twenty years since he left us, suddenly and too soon. It wasn’t a difficult passing, his suffering didn’t last long, but it wasn’t instant. One night, a cough, turned into a rumbley chest, it rattled and hummed. Sounded painful. Asthmatic, so difficult to breathe. Off to the hospital with my uncle who had a team…

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Fired, Gone, Locked Out

Four beloved teachers were fired two months ago. It happened after graduation and the  last day of school. Kids didn’t say goodbye, they said… see you next year. The following week when the teachers got to school, they were locked out of their email, given two hours to pack up 5-6 years of worth of…

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Colin Firth in the Kingsman: The Secret Service

Dear Colin, I saw it. Well not it, exactly, but the trailer of it. Actually, I’ve seen three trailers of it. And by it, I mean the trailers for the Kingsman: The Secret Service Could I possibly become one? a Kingsman that is. Or um, a Kingswoman? You look fashionably dapper.There is that white shirt….

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An ode to a bear

I remember when he came into my life. His eyes were kind, he was very polite.  Not sure if I had even heard of him, an uncle, or maybe it was an aunt,  thought I might enjoy him. Of course I had heard of him. I watched him on t.v. It was love at first…

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Out with the old, in with the new

I like old. Old movies, old books, vintage clothing, up-cycled jewelry. I like Colin Firth. He’s not old. He’s in a new film, um, that sounds like a post. It is, but that’s for later. When I say in with the new, I don’t mean a new couch, new clothes or new resolutions.  I’ve stuck…

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A California Stop and a Ticket

I made a California Stop. A what? You heard me. A California Stop. It began like any other day. A beautiful, cloudless Sonoma afternoon. A warm, sunny        3 pm. I remember it well. I did the school pick up and drove happily away with my chicks, chatting endlessly about dramatic friends and…

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What’s in your flu shot?

Do you know what’s in your flu shot?  I don’t. Um, well, except for egg that is. Or maybe, that’s just the children’s shot. Is it  H1N1, or H3N2? I don’t understand why I’m constantly asked if I would like a four strain or three strain shot. It feels like a probiotic. Now that, I…

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The Railway Man and other things with Colin Firth

Dear Colin, I’ve missed chatting. It’s been a year. A whole year. I do enjoy a good conversation with you. Which let’s face it, generally pops up in my head, where I imagine you’re listening whilst nodding politely. Probably not that politely, well, politely enough. You’re just that sort of person aren’t you? Quite a…

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Words and Pictures – where would we be without them?

I watched a movie this past week and I did something I rarely, if not very infrequently do. I became involved in the film. Well, not that I was a part of Clive Owen and Juliette Binoche’s lively dialogue. Although if Clive had invited me, um, I wouldn’t have hesitated. I would’ve jumped, leaped, done…

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Is it me or is the world shifting?

Things feel a little off lately. Running around in haste. No letters to Colin, no funny bits about his new film, Magic in the Moonlight, and er, well, no time to chat on the phone. He is really quite busy. I’ve some partially written book reviews – fabulous books really. I’ve read and read but…

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Good to be back..

I’ve been gone awhile. It feels like years. I’ve missed you all. I really do apologize for not posting regularly, for missing out on your posts and for not commenting as often as I used to. I’ve tried to keep up, I really have.  I don’t think I would get an A for effort. Hmm,…

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Why can’t a playground be just a playground?

I’ve been a busy person but I always make sure to keep up with the news. In fact lately, I’ve made it a point to keep up with the rain. We are in a crisis after all, um, a very grave water crisis. No sign of a downpour, not even heavy rain. Er, we had…

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A year gone by

A most interesting year. It’s gone, but I look back today, the first of the New Year and celebrate with gratitude. With love for those we lost. A beautiful, funny and sincere friend I met on WordPress – introduced by my dearest Jen – Thank you. A friend I never met face to face, but…

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A Change is coming…

The winds of change make me cringe. I can smell it a mile away. It is like a sniff of air that is about to explode with hail, rain and storm. I do not like change. Allow me to clarify, I don’t like negative change. No, absolutely not. Unless we are moving to Tuscany, to…

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Being Present – How it can help

I am doing something different today, I’m shelving my book reviews for a day, I’ve stopped reading for a few hours and I’m trying not to think of Colin Firth’s immense twelve-foot statue, white shirt and all, being unveiled on a lake at Hyde Park – slightly creepy if you ask me, I adore the…

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Colin Firth’s newest role..

Dear Colin, How are you? I apologize for a general lack of communication. This is not just a perfunctory hello, I have been meaning to write you a note for quite sometime now. There’s a lot to talk about quite a few of your films since I spoke to you of the merits of your…

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