I have been looking for the perfect lipstick for nearly 40 years. It has been a frustrating and till now, fruitless quest. Each tube purchased, and I’ve bought many, is too bright, too pale, too orange, too blue, too dry, or too sticky. I’ve come close a couple times but have never found The One. Until now. Athletic footie socks have presented a similar challenge. … Continue reading …lipstick and socks
From a distance some birds look the same. Small, brown, feathers, beaks. Nothing to distinguish one from another. But look closely and it is a different story. Small is not a singular size, it’s a range. Brown is not one color, it’s a rainbow. Feathers are not all alike, their texture and density change with age. Beaks are specialized to the type of food their … Continue reading …look closely
This is not a post about craving alcohol, thankfully I’ve been doing that less and less lately. No, this is a post about food cravings. The kind that come out of the blue and that you must feed or they will haunt you till you do. You may already know the ‘technique’ I came up with to quell this craving, I can hardly call it … Continue reading …cravings
My mother loved bees. She loved them long before it was on trend to do so. She was always ahead of her time. If you’ve been reading Tidbits for a while, you know my mom died 11 years ago and while she is not physically present, her spirit is with me always. Yesterday, I said a final goodbye to my parents’ home of 35 years. … Continue reading …bee happy
Bending over I snip off another flower head and drop it into the bucket. Brown decaying and lifeless, these are destined for the compost pile not a vase on my dining table. Deadheading is to remove dead flower heads to encourage further blooming For days, to be honest weeks, I’ve ignored the once vibrant pink geraniums planted so carefully in the end of May. … Continue reading …deadheading
A question from a sobriety coach has been ringing in my head for the last 24 hours – what’s One Thing you can do for yourself? I’ve come to realize that drinking alone at night had become something I “did for myself”. My mind had twisted a destructive act into a treat, a gift to me that no one could take away. Truth is, it’s … Continue reading …just one thing
I walk along the sidewalk, alone, hoping not to cross paths with anyone for fear of catching It. Alone is how I live now. Alone in my home. Alone in my mind. Even when blessed by family under the same roof, I feel alone. In some ways this isn’t new. This feeling of being alone, but somehow it is now more acute than before. I … Continue reading I think about you often….
The sun rises Liquid golden light wakens the voices in my head They join me, guide me showing me the path Standing in their home I feel a gentle pull Let’s do the closet today I say opening a door One closet leads to another his closet to hers We thought it empty but she’s been there all along Hiding in the cupboard waiting behind … Continue reading VOICES v2
My father was a life long Rotarian who lived by the Rotary 4 Way Test. Growing up these four questions were right up there with the 10 Commandments in the way my father raised us and lived his own life personally and professionally. Is it the Truth? Is it Fair to All Concerned? Will it Build Goodwill and Better Friendships Will it be Beneficial to … Continue reading …. rigorous honesty
I love this analogy! Wish I could take credit for it but I cannot – When we stop drinking it’s like we are pregnant and we are giving birth to a new life! Our new life. I am going to hold fast to this image in the days, weeks and months ahead. I’m going to add to it the idea of self-care that I read somewhere else. Just … Continue reading …. 9 months
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