While caring for our grandson, I learned (or re-learned) a few things I’d like to share with you, like: “Laughter is contagious. Baby laughter is cathartic.”
Pickles! Whether they’re hot, sweet, spicy, bread-and-butter, gherkin, relish, big dills or tiny cornichons, the pickle pucker is something I appreciate.
One less twirl of the curling iron, one less email, one less change of clothes discarded for being wrong-wrong-wrong – and I’d have caught that 7:27 a.m. train.
Walking is like a photosynthesis activity for us, an absorption of what’s out there to help us grow and stay healthy within, and also a process of shedding mental toxins.
Composer William Dawson’s “Negro Folk Symphony” fell into oblivion after a triumphant and successful debut in 1934. Now it’s back, and it’s worth a listen – to the symphony and the back-story.
Woody Guthrie sang, “This land is your land, this land is my land”. It was “made for you and me”, right? Well, it can only be OUR land, made for ALL of the you and me’s out there, if we tell and honor the stories of all, if we “lift every voice and sing,” not just some of the voices.
