For years I prided myself on my Black Thumb, the inability to grow green things. There were benefits. It meant no fuss, water stains, and dead leaves. Then my unexpected Green Thumb, developed over the pandemic, filled my home with unexpected energy. Many of you already know this, so forgive my wide-eyed, toddler-type discovery. Plants are breathing, living beings. Morning…
Let’s get something out of the way. I’m 68 and I have been married three times. As they say, the third’s a charm. I am not embarrassed, although the wife of my first ex-husband did try. At my daughter’s wedding, she loudly said, “I want a picture of Suzette and her three husbands!” Since I was flying under the…
When I taught a meditation class at a men’s state prison, one writing prompt was “my favorite room.” One inmate’s memory took our breath away.
What stops you from taking a watercolor class or anything else for which you’re convinced you are terrible? I once painted a trio of peonies and was told it looked like Mickey Mouse’s head. It took me years to pick up a brush again. But I have!
I have severe sleep apnea and just started using a CPAP machine despite my doubts and vanity. Holy moly, it works!