There is the story about the first time Jesus turned fish and loaves into enough to feed 5,000. With leftovers. A few pages later, (a few weeks?), the apostles find themselves in another Crowd Situation, with no food. They are clueless as to what to do. This time, there are LESS people, approximately 4,000. Of course, Jesus … More The fish, the loaves, the apostles and me
“Well, to be honest, I threw it away.” This was my mother’s response, when my father looked at the paper in his hand and asked, “This is just the stub, where is the check?” My father had gotten paid on Tuesday, as usual. He gave my mother the check, as usual. We usually went grocery … More …Garbage Out…
There is a picture of me and my siblings, and our first puppy, that used to hang in my mother’s house. The picture was taken in the summer of 1964, when we had first moved into the house. Anyone looking at the picture would think we were a normal American family. We grew up with … More Growing Up
I took some cake decorating classes a few years ago, as a kind of creative therapy. I wondered why someone would want to teach this skill to others. Wouldn’t it create competition in the marketplace? We started out on simple one- tiered cakes. We were taught to split the cake in the middle, put icing all … More Why teach a cake decorating class?
Saturday, September 8, 2001, I had driven around town, with the windows down, playing a Dusty Springfield cd (“Son of a Preacher Man”) and just enjoying a day in America. I lived in just north of Albany, NY, about 15 minutes from the airport. Planes flew overhead on a regular basis. I barely noticed them. Tuesday morning, I … More “Look Mama, a plane!” My 9/11 Story
insertpicturehere….well I can’t find the pics. use your imagination. 🙂 If you’ve ever been to Lake Placid, NY, [the home of the 1980 Winter Olympics], you know that the “locals” there are in good shape. As you drive the highways, there are bicyclists biking on the shoulders of the roads. Signs everywhere warn you to … More My Big, Fat Trip to Lake Placid (and AuSable Chasm)
Once upon a time, it was macho to grab the check as the waitress put it on the table. Men would fight over it. “I’ll pay!” “No, I’ll pay!” they would argue back and forth. The other day, I watched folks at the table next to me in the diner. The waitress placed the check … More Carpe Diem. (Seize the check)
Whatever happened to sending a Thank You Note after receiving a gift? When you go to a Wedding and shell out $150, is it really so terrible to expect a handwritten card with a postage stamp to show up at your mailbox within the next three months? It’s gotten to the point with the younger … More The Profound Simplicity of a “Thank You”
Sometimes in life, we have no clue where we are going. Or we know where we want to go, but don’t know how to get there. Then you find a handy map like this one. Oh, that explains everything! Thanks. I do own several Bibles, and I do believe in the Wisdom of God, but … More You Are Here-or-I Wish I Had a More Detailed Map
Yesterday I celebrated my 5oth birthday–one year late. I was confined to a hospital bed for my REAL 50th, having just endured a hip replacement surgery, and was unable to manuever stairs. The worst part, aside from needing help in the shower…was the necessity of a raised toilet seat. Feeling 80 when you are 50 is … More Happy 50th Birthday…Again.
Nobody really warned me about Menopause. When we are in 5th grade, they bombard us with Puberty information–what’s going to happen. We are not left clueless. Not so with menopause. I had a friend tell me that it ended for her the same way puberty started: She had a big huge shake to her system, … More Menopause
Instead of just yanking them off the vine, try this gentle approach. This will put the ripe raspberries into your hands, while leaving the not-yet-ready ones on the vine.
Up and down, around in circles. Around again. Up and down. What do I really want to do with my life? What am I supposed to be doing? I’ve been out of work since the hip replacement, and I’m not sure I really want to go back. I still have a lot of pain. I … More Once Again at the Crossroads
I don’t much believe in LUCK, myself. I believe in coincidences with the definition of Luck being: “Luck equals hard work meeting opportunity.” I don’t believe in “Friday the 13th” curses. I do have a favorite number. More about that later. I have an Aunt who gets mystified by the number 11. Even before 9/11, she … More Do you have a lucky number?
“We fought the Bloody British in a town called…..” Saratoga. One of the most important battles of the American Revolution was fought on the Saratoga Battle ground. Thanks to Teddy Roosevelt, this battle ground is a National Park, and hopefully will NEVER be messed with. I was there on the 3rd of July. I didn’t … More Saratoga Battle Field
My husband and I needed a break from our everyday lives, so I called my mother to watch the dog, we packed some essentials, and took off. By the way, my husband is an excellent driver. I took my camera, which is still a stranger to me, although I’ve owned it for a year. I tried … More Rain Man Photography, Inc. – A Quick Trip to Lake Placid
Isn’t it great when you see an old friend? It’s like you just saw each other yesterday, even though it was really 4 years and 15 days ago. You fill each other in on the happenings and who’s who since the last time you saw each other. I met up with a friend Friday night for … More Dinner with an old friend
I drank too much coffee yesterday, then I laid down for a nap, and wondered why I could not fall asleep. Yes, I’m blonde. Meet Zelda, my cousin’s cat. I don’t really have a nickname for her, now that I think about it. But she is very talented. She climbs onto the counter, up the fridge, … More Save the whales. Collect the whole set.
It has been pointed out to me that lately my posts have been quite dreary, as if I had been renting a room at the House of Usher from Edgar Allen Poe. So I will attempt to lighten it up for a while. First, some of my favs from Steven Wright: “Why do they call … More Does anyone remember laughter?
While I was in 4th grade in Elementary School, I was placed in 5th grade English class. Unfortunately, this also meant I had GYM class with the 5th graders. I was on the “chubby” side, a “couch potato” before the term was invented. I liked Oreos much better than I did playing sports. And I … More Gym Class Nightmares
SueAnn Porter 