Remembering storms whose names have spawned headlines and headaches, headstones and heartache, hardships and heroism. And wondering, why do we have to name storms after people? Why not use diseases or the periodic table? Or colors?
The strawberry lemonade from Mockingbird Cafe is a drink that instantly transports you back to childhood summers, all reminiscent of church picnics, sunburns and innocence.
Check out the article in Bloomberg Businessweek and prepare to feel a little better about being scatter-brained right now (or at least a little more normal…I did).
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.
On a solo visit to the wonderful Museum of Edinburgh, I spent some time in the courtyard and caught these pigeons courting.
In our louder and louder world, says sound expert Julian Treasure, “We are losing our listening.”
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.
I’d like to get better at being in the moment, truly living, absorbing, feeling, whatever it is that I’m doing. Being more mindful, overall.
A homemade meal, a bottle of wine, and a great conversation. It was a perfect little party for three – my niece, her partner and me.
A gorgeous, fiery sun merging with the horizon while it generously backlit the clouds and turned the evening sky into a work of art deserving of a haiku.