• Blurbs

    Third Base

    I saw two teenagers walking down the sidewalk holding hands with fingers interlocked. I remember when locking fingers and holding hands was such a turn-on it wasn’t necessary to do much else.  Interlocking fingers was third base.

  • Blurbs

    Scene & Heard

    I’ve observed all kinds of sharing–the very private to the very public just by overhearing an exchange of conversation.  As I stand in line at the Post Office, the train platform or an elevator among strangers, people talk to me in the most personal way.  Sometime I feel myself blush. I am in awe of easily shared information.  A lot of times before I can stop someone from sharing, they’ve already told me more than I care to know.  Other times, I wonder about people I see every day but have never talked to.  And then one day I hear their voice and muse that the voice I hear doesn’t…

  • Blurbs,  Musings

    Hugging A Stranger

    So many times, I’ve observed all kinds of events – from the very personal to the very public and back to those I’ve come to know by way of a conversation here and there. I stand in line at the post office, the train platform, or an elevator when I am among strangers.  All kinds of people talk to me about all kinds of things. I am in awe of some of the information I come to know and sometimes I just don’t know what to do about it.  A lot of times, before I can stop an individual, they’ve already told me more than I care to know.  Other…

  • Blurbs

    Resolution Solution

    The end of a year – even a birthday year triggers memories from the past year, things lost, what might have been and thoughts of setting the record straight.  Under a 365-day radar, setbacks probably don’t outweigh the positives. Celebrating an upcoming or recent birthday might stimulate good thoughts and looking forward to the wisdom age brings.  The zillion things that turned out well like the bus, train and plane, (I barely made) that arrived safely with lucky me on it; the savings of time, effort, energy, money, ego and embarrassment determined by split-second decisions, especially in the aftermath of intimidating “what-ifs” that hit home.  I’m thinking about unexpected moments…