Category Archives: Advice
Getting Through The Workday
I’ve had a lot of great jobs in my life. I’ve also had a couple of miserable jobs. But even when the job is miserable there are great moments in there. And even when the job is great, there are bound to be some miserable moments. I don’t have to tell you that you should …
You Are Already There
The other day, I saw this little weed growing up through the patio stones. I posted this photo on Facebook with the caption: This little weed dreams of growing up to be a palm tree. But the more I thought about it – and the more I looked at the perfect shadow that …
Advice From My Best Friend
It’s Theo’s Birthday! He’s three years old. All grown up. I cannot believe how fast the time went. And I can’t imagine my life without him. Truly, he is my best friend. Theo has taught me so much in the last three years. In comparison, I’ve taught him so little. He pees and poops …
Interfere
I dispense a lot of advice on this blog. Clothing advice, dog-raising advice, aging advice, housekeeping advice – and most often – happiness advice. But it’s a lot harder to give advice in real life than it is to write about all my incredible (incredibly small, that is) wisdom. I really do believe my advice …
Born That Way
Yesterday, I went out on my patio to enjoy the sunshine that had finally appeared after a few days of rain. I noticed that on the patio stones were six little worms. I am no biologist, but I pride myself on being an expert anthropomorphologist, so I figured the worms were doing the same thing …
Horrible Beauty
When I was out driving yesterday, I was suddenly engulfed in a blizzard. A pollen blizzard. The sun lit up the millions of pollen bits and dandelion fluffs floating through the air. It was the Dance of the Allergens. And I just laughed. Because those awful things reap havoc on me… and yet they were …
Birthdays
A few years ago I wrote a post – Oh, Grow Up! – in which I wrote about the childish things that we need to leave behind. Don’t get me wrong. I think we should act like children a lot more often than we do – especially because we mostly still feel like children inside. …
Counting
When I go to the beach, I spend most of my time counting. Counting heads. I watch everyone. I worry about someone drowning. Someone might not be watching someone they love. Just for a split second. Someone looks away and someone goes under. It won’t happen on my watch. Because I watch. My mother watched. …
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