Category archives: Life Reflections
Many of my beliefs have changed as I've
aged, but all of my life I've clung to the idea that people are inherently
good. Even when they do terrible things, their inner soul must certainly still
have some good that simply was overrun by something terrible. I've never been
able to grasp that someone could be 100 percent evil. It's getting harder to
abide by that belief.
The Connecticut shooting yesterday, the
Colorado movie shooting a few months ago (just a few miles from my daughter's
school), countless other senseless shootings this past year. Each ...
As the workday wound down this
afternoon, a conversation among coworkers somehow turned to music and the first
CD ever purchased. Five of us were sitting in the area with about a 25-year
range in ages.
When the early-20s-something guy said
his first CD was the “queen of pop,” I was surprised and piped right up with a “me,
too.” I was, of course, talking about Madonna (Like a Prayer because that was
the first available on CD—I’ve still got the earlier stuff on vinyl). He was
talking about Britney Spears. I laughed until I nearly peed. His ...
Tuesday morning I was up to my ankles in soapy
water by the end of my shower. Odd since the night before the water from my
daughter’s bath went down just fine. Then I remembered she had been playing
with her superball in the tub. She “saw” it bounce out of the tub, but since we
looked everywhere for it Tuesday morning, I began to suspect it was more than a
chunk of soap and my impending baldness that was clogging the drain.
Still optimistic about the soap idea, I waited two
nights until I told my husband the ...
I've heard that smell is the strongest
of our senses linked to memory. For me though, it's hearing hands down because
nothing affects my memory like music. I have a theory that everyone's life has
its own soundtrack, filled with those songs that no matter where you are, if
you hear them you are transported back in time.
My own soundtrack began with my mom
strumming the guitar and singing "All I have to do is dream" by the Everly Brothers. I was probably about 3.
Kenny Rogers's "The Gambler" oddly enough takes me back to ...