Well, there’s thirteen hundred and fifty-two Guitar pickers in Nashville— John Sebastian, The Lovin’ Spoonful If you remember that song, welcome to my generation! This morning I was thinking about diet books — THERE ARE SO MANY OF THEM!!! — and that line from the song, Nashville Cats, surfaced from my memory. I wonder how many diet books are out there. Every week a new one or several of them pop up on my Amazon page, so I’m sure it’s…
Grey and Yang dance it out. Stephie writes it out. Here’s a little before and after story. Yesterday I got up with things to do. Set up my planner and get my info organized. Start that course I had been putting off for days, no, weeks. I really, really needed to do these things but I kept running out of day before I got to them. I looked at the clock: 2:09. I was sitting at my desk looking at…
Over the weekend, I did something shocking. I took all of my books back to the library, dwindling my “Checked Out Items” to one CD set which I am listening to in the car. If you are a confirmed bookaholic like I am, you may check out a sizable number of books at one time. I just know I will get them all read in my spare time. My. Spare. Time. Laugh with me please. Ha-ha! Also playing into my…
I have a dream that one day this nation will rise up and live out the true meaning of its creed: “We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal.” — Martin Luther King, Jr. Today we celebrate the life of Martin Luther King. The words of his “I Have a Dream” speech are etched deeply into the annals of this nation’s history. He had a dream for which he worked tirelessly day in, day out,…
My mom died last summer. That’s my story, and I have stuck to it and it, to me. I have told it often to release some of the pain, yes, but also to get some mileage out of it. There! I said it. Sometimes I wanted people to know I was having a very bad day. Because my mommy died. At least that’s a good thing to blame for my inactivity, my lack of involvement, my inertia. Please know I…
Thanks for stopping by my page. As you might guess, I’m new around these parts — just moved in, so the furnishings are pretty sparse. I hope you’ll stop back by soon to see what I do with the space. The welcome mat is always out for you! Enjoy your day, and don’t forget to start where you are! Starting, Steph Marks Writer