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Dear Santa, Love Mom (2020)

Santa symbolizes all that good in the world. The magic in the thought that there may be such a being comforts me with childhood Christmas memories. (Back in the 1970s, I wished for straight hair for Christmas.) It’s been slightly over two years since I wrote a letter to Santa and 2020 and left us all searching for some Christmas magic, so here goes. A letter to Santa Dear Santa, How are you? I hope you and the elves have…

Food & Philosophy

Thank you James Taylor

The music and lyrics of a James Taylor song can soothe a broken heart, make you dance in the kitchen, or add that sumpin-sumpin to an open sunroof ride on a fall day. James Taylor has been a part of my life since I can’t remember when. The first time I stepped foot into the Saratoga Performing Arts Center, aka SPAC, I was too young to drive there myself. I will never forget the smell of Adirondack Pines, the cool…

Love is the answer, and it came on a spin bike.

It’s no secret that I love my gym friends/family and I miss them terribly. It’s also no secret that I love to spin. I miss (my) bike #16 and I hope he knows I didn’t abandon him by choice. My heart and soul have been heavy, and my body is changing.  There is no shame in the struggle. Like so many of us, I struggle with health and financial worries. I mourn the lives lost and the families impacted by…

Wwoman Writing In A Journal

Blogging unplugged

Writers and bloggers are a unique and diverse group. If anyone has ever attempted to blog, you know finding the resources and inspiration to write can be challenging. Friday, I took to the beach- old school and unplugged with paper and pen. Sun, sand, and an open mind Sometimes it takes a fresh perspective and location to get the ideas flowing again. Part of my business is blogging. At Put Another Way, I blog for a variety of clients from…

Orthotics And Old Lady Shoes

Say goodbye to love.

You might have thought that I was going to pen a sad post about a love lost, or some other serious matter, but I am not. It doesn’t make my tale of woe any less sad but in these times, I think we need a dose of levity and I hope I can solicit a smile. Getting older just plain bites. At almost 60, I understand things that worked, either don’t work now or need some assistance. My bifocals are…