Do you name your cars? Most people in the world take their cars for granted. In third world countries, cars are even abused and treated like beasts of burden. Here in America, we treat our cars a little nicer, but still, some of us refuse to give them a little humanity by naming them. How rude!
Just like people, cars have personalities, vices, gaseous exhalations and make obnoxious noises. For those of you who have never named your car before…YOU’RE MISSING OUT! Continue reading
If you’re new to this blog, I lost my brother-in-law to suicide several years ago and occasionally post about it. The grief we experienced was profound…but God did not mean us to stay in the pit of despair forever.
I read a touching article, The Broken Bowl, written by Karen Athay Packer about this subject. Her father was an artist. For her wedding, he gave her a beautiful, handmade, ceramic bowl. Years later, he committed suicide and left his family reeling with shock and bitterness. Continue reading
Lake Powell is one of the most incredible lakes I’ve ever visited. This man-made reservoir straddles the border between Utah and Arizona and has over 2,000 miles of shoreline. That’s a lot of shoreline–more than the combined Pacific Coast states. Yowzers! When you’re here, if your kids fight, make them walk the perimeter of the lake for punishment. I bet they’ll learn their lesson. Yuck, yuck,yuck.
This lake is the 2nd largest man-made lake in the U.S. behind Lake Mead in Nevada. It was named in honor of a one-armed American Civil War veteran, John Wesley Powell, who led the 1st expedition down the Colorado River in 1869. If you want to read a good book about it, read Down the Great Unknown by Edward Dolnick. You won’t regret it.
We went with our relatives who have a timeshare on a houseboat. Continue reading
We’ve had a lot of lessons so far. Feel free to go back and rehash old material. Writing lessons never get old. You finish one story…and it’s back to the drawing board to start again.
Now in any sports event (except maybe curling) there are cheerleaders to motivate the team and spur them on to action and winning! When you write, it’s important to have your own cheer squad—a friend, spouse, kids…a dog…yourself–because a cheer squad is vital to success!
Learn these 4 cheers and you will be unstoppable in writing! I’m dead serious! These cheers are magic and will help motivate you to write like nothing else can (except maybe Zombies).
Ready…begin! Imagine swirling pompoms and long legs kicking in the air and dazzling smiles and exuberant voices as you do these. Continue reading
Today’s book review is Evidence not Seen, by Darlene Deibler Rose. This is an inspirational autobiography of Darlene’s life in a Japanese POW camp during WWII. She was a missionary on the island of Celebes when war broke out, and was put in a Japanese labor camp. Because she was American, she was singled out and taken by the Kempeitai (secret police) and tortured and convicted on false testimony as a spy and sentenced to beheading. The following story takes place right after her sentencing when she was at a very low point.
She was looking out her window into the prison courtyard, intrigued by the actions of a fellow inmate. Every time the sentry turned his back, the woman inched toward a vine-covered fence. Continue reading
Yes, you heard me right. Eel! I like it. I like it A LOT! After posting my ABC Leap Foods last week, I thought I’d do a post about eel…because I got so many comments about it.
“Are you kidding? You like eel? Ugh!”
Now, to clarify…I don’t like eel right out of the ocean. I live in Idaho, and can’t go down to the beach, throw a line and wait for an eel to bite and then reel him in, look him in the eye and bite his head off. I’m not that uncouth. I like my eel served up in disguise…in a barbecue suit. Continue reading
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My daughter shared a link with me about a social experiment the Washington Post set up in 2007. To summarize, a man with a violin played for over 40 minutes in a Metro station. During that time, approximately 2,000 people passed him. Most ignored him or glanced at him with pity, then looked away. A few slowed their pace to listen and drop money. When the musician finished, no one noticed; no one applauded. He had collected just over $32.
The violinist was Joshua Bell, one of the greatest musicians in the world. He played one of the most intricate pieces ever written, with a violin worth $3.5 million dollars. Two days before, Joshua Bell sold-out a theater in Boston where the seats averaged $100 to sit and listen to him play the same music.
The experiment raised several questions. Can we perceive beauty in a common-place environment, at an inappropriate hour? If so, do we stop to appreciate it? Do we recognize talent in an unexpected context?
Not wanting to spread anymore untruths over the internet, I looked this up to see if it was real. It was. The link to the Washington Post story, “Pearls for Breakfast” is HERE. I found these points intriguing:
- Children—no matter race or gender, consistently tried to stop to listen to Bell as they passed; Continue reading
Hopefully you read Part 1 of Visiting Arches (because in case you didn’t notice…this is Part 2). Don’t read things out of order. It causes brain damage. To save your brain in case you clicked here on accident, here’s the handy link to go back in time to PART 1.
If you’re current, then congratulations. You’re Einstein, and we can continue with the itinerary; just keep your scientific formulas to yourself. Continue reading