A life in threes


It’s true.


Six years ago today, I said, Yes. I will.

QOTD: Valentine.

“I still believe romantic love is the coolest thing that happens on this planet … But I won’t believe the lies that show up in their absence. I won’t believe there must be something wrong with me. I won’t believe that everyone eventually walks away. I won’t believe the shame of past mistakes. I refuse to focus only on what’s missing.

My heart is working even now. My heart can be a force for good even now. Most of all, I will still participate in loving people and in being loved by other people. This world needs my love. And this world needs your love too.”

– Jamie Tworkowski, Valentine’s Day doesn’t have to suck, To Write Love on Her Arms

A chilling interruption.

This afternoon, while I was working on a piece of embroidery for a customer, I was listening to a podcast that advertises itself as a collection of chilling horror tales.

As well, I was listening to this podcast by using wireless headphones, in an effort to block out the sounds of my husband watching tv (loudly) in the nearby living room.

Things seemed to be going well enough, and though I hadn’t reached a tale yet that I’d found particularly chilling, the one that I’d been in the middle of listening to did have a lot of dramatic pauses, such as:

“I was standing there, staring into the gloom of the basement

when I suddenly saw the shadow of what looked like

a large disheveled man on the other side of the room.

Something felt wrong, I thought to myself

as I watched, terrified,

as this man began to move toward me!

And as he moved closer, I realized that his face appeared …

sunken, broken, deformed in some hideous way…

and suddenly, his mouth opened as if to speak

and he said…


chimed my headphones, to notify me – just before they shut down – that I need to plug in to recharge them!




Though I do wonder what that poor disheveled man had to say.


Stay tuned!


Two handed.


Worry is simply a misuse of imagination.’

My son and my daughter-in-law sent me what may have been the most appropriate gift:

Two worry stones!

One for each hand.

Because I overthink (read: worry) that much.

So I’m a double-fisted overthinker now…going forward with the misuse of my own imagination.


Some food for thought from a friend of a friend.

This is not an urban legend!

This quote is from my friend Sean’s dear friend Carol, regarding lessons from the Universe:

Maybe you don’t need more lessons. Maybe you need to get more out of those lessons you’ve already had.

This inspires me…and I think about this every day.


Where I’ve been: a multi-layered metaphor and a half.

What a long strange trip from


to here.

But I’m on my way

and I am not looking back.