“Have you been practicing?” I dreaded that question. Much like confession when I was in grade school where I didn’t have anything to confess, I knew full well that responding, “No,” was not the correct answer. Continue reading
As the hours passed on New Year’s Eve, I contemplated what I should post here for the first words of 2020. Resolutions haven’t really been my cup-of-tea. Continue reading
I was on my mat, squatted down in Mālāsana, when the instructor invited everyone to attempt Crow pose, or Bakasana, if we felt up to it. I’d been feeling stronger in recent weeks when it came to yoga class so I thought I’d go for the challenge.
And now for something completely different…
After years of being friends with Matt Sandbrook online (and in person – we’ve explored castles, had fish ‘n chips, and pints together!) we’ve worked on a project!
Please enjoy: All In My Head #1
The Amusing Muse is a writer, gardener, cook, and apparently comic script writer, living in Southern Wisconsin. This comic is based on a story from her childhood. She doesn’t leave socks on the floor and stores too many items under her bed for a monster to also be there. She also like fish ‘n chips and pints… as long as they are gluten free.
Matt Sandbrook is cop who’s done playing by the rules! Cuff ’em, ‘n stuff ’em! He is eager to find the Viking Hoard! Except that he’s gotta keep drawing comics to make the rent.
Last week Monday, my barn jeans tore across the left thigh. They’d been wearing noticeably thin over the last few months and I knew they would need to be retired soon. Monday was July 8th and it would have been my sister’s 37th birthday. The jeans were inherited from her three years ago after she died. A message? Coincidence? What were The Fates trying to tell me? Continue reading
I am a fan of the literary magazine, The Sun, which is ad-free and runs a variety of features from interviews to “Readers Write.” Once in a while, I think I should submit something for publication, but the thought passes. Continue reading
Today’s society tells us that we can “do it all”, “have it all” if we want it bad enough, and we can succeed in attaining our every whim and desire if we just hustle enough.
But what if we can’t? What if in trying to grab every whim and desire that interests us, we spread ourselves too thinly and lose sight of what we really want? Continue reading
Last Saturday I awoke to the sound of the radio announcer on WPR saying, “…and next we will hear the second act….” It was 5 AM, and I had yoga in a few hours. It was time to enjoy some solitude. Continue reading
The other day, in conversation with a friend about music, I opined that I was confident that my very eclectic taste in music was heavily influenced by my brother when we were growing up. While he was not the only contributor to my far-reaching musical preferences, I suspect he was the most significant contributor because he was one of the first influencers. Continue reading