Everyone touches the world in their own way. Making my own tiny imprint through this blog, I need to balance the dark with the light, the yin with the yang. This post and poem are gentle and positive.

The 1000th post in Glover Gardens.

I’m killing the writer’s block beast with brusque, intentional keyboard strokes and this short confessional post.

It started out with cooking and recipes as the Glover Gardens Cookbook and grew into something else, something more, something unexpected.

A blogging mistake prompts a mea culpa and lessons learned confession.

Physical isolation and all of the uncertainty brought about by Covid-19’s impact to our entire existence is the new normal, and it’s time to rejoin the social world.

The only metric that means anything to me is to have touched another person or two in some way.

Everyone touches the world in their own way. Making my own tiny imprint through this blog, I want to write more about the gentle things in life.

Meet a new addition to my list of The Wonderfuls, Jon the Storyteller, who will be a guest blogger on Glover Gardens.

Reflections on an open mind, a growth mindset and an open heart. An open heart is the hardest.

A person could love Weetabix in that way you love the familiar, the comforting, the stuff of childhood, the stuff your mother made you eat until you forgot your first reaction to it and it became a welcome part of your everyday life and then later, the fabric of childhood memories and the feeling that all that is right with the world.

A very expressive seagull at the Santa Monica pier deserves a caption.

A blogging mistake makes for a self-acceptance haiku.

Recipes for a potluck party at Glover Gardens, straight from the Glover Gardens blog.

The Glover Gardens response to the nomination from the A. JoAnn Blog for a Sunshine Blogger Award. I like that name: sunshine on my shoulders makes me happy.