March 4, 2019
Gleanings
- I read like a buzz saw cuts wood.
- But I think I’m often my best self in hotels.
- I’m at the point in my years when, looking back, I can see that my life has been an accumulation.
- There is maybe no better time, then, to invest some effort in happiness, in making good for ourselves and others.
- Despite my reproductive difficulties, I’d forgotten that the simplest things are often the hardest to make.
- “There is a sense of the established power being threatened by women gaining respect,” she said.
- And those words became a sentence and the sentence became a paragraph…
- “The idea of male experience being representative of general experience, and female experience being women’s experience only,” she says, “is depressing.”
- It is simply one of the saddest songs about unrequited love I’ve ever heard, and I think about it almost constantly..
- Because the word character has two relevant and related meanings.
- How do we turn the situation around so that people are more willing to share some of the abundance they may have generated?
- If there are more like Russian Doll on the horizon, this might not be the darkest timeline after all.
- You might already do this, but I’ve found subscribing to newsletters is also a bit of an antidote to the whole potential glargishness of the internet.
- What Happens When a Book’s Character Comes to Life.
- That’s the thing about wrinkles, on someone else’s face they’re endearing, quirky –– life’s map lines.
- Winter is long in this climate/ and spring—a matter of a few days
- How effectively a piece is able to instantly make me feel something is a good gauge of its worth.
- Toronto Letter Writers Society
- So I took pics of dogs who weren’t so fussy about their privacy–and you know what? Dogs show you a lot about the world they live in.
- And since winter isn’t over just yet, hot chocolate and homemade sugared marshmallows are the way to go here.
- But compared to my early mommy writings on this blog the old adage “things will get easier” is so true.
- …may I remind myself that I used to be the banana queen of the Don Valley Parkway.
- And the only primroses are in memory, the drifts of them in the hedgerows near the island where I lived for a time in Ireland and used to pass on my way to the nearest town for groceries.
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Thanks Kerry for including my post! I needed this today.
My pleasure!!