I am obviously a type B personality who has accidently subscribed to a few Type A blogs. Every once in a while I read a post that is so foreign to my world and my way of thinking that I have to share my comments on it – just to put things into perspective. Here […]
I am obviously a type B personality who has accidently subscribed to a few Type A blogs. Every once in a while I read a post that is so foreign to my world and my way of thinking that I have to share my comments on it – just to put things into perspective. Here
Winter seems to bring out the signs. You know, the ones that say, “Wet floor, be careful.” It’s wet, no doubt, from all the slushy boots that melt, as people stand in line for coffee or something dryer 🙂 Or the signs, that say, “Use at your own risk,” for all those stairs that are
I was reading a post the other day that began “Three more Charlottes.” The author, Charlotte Henley Babb, was researching famous women named Charlotte. One of her posts was about Grace Kelly’s mother-in-law – quite an infamous woman. But that’s an aside. Her title, Three Charlottes, made me think of and old folk song entitled
I was reading a post the other day that began “Three more Charlottes.” The author, Charlotte Henley Babb, was researching famous women named Charlotte. One of her posts was about Grace Kelly’s mother-in-law – quite an infamous woman. But that’s an aside. Her title, Three Charlottes, made me think of and old folk song entitled
I tend to write in the morning, very early. In fact, right now, it’s just after 7:00am. The day will begin soon. However, I bask in the half light, that time after night and just before day – twilight in reverse. Animals who are up and about, at this time are called crepuscular. Not actually
