My husband appropriately calls himself “The Spotter.” Wherever we travel, he looks around, helpfully pointing out the *unusual, whimsical, interesting or sweet — then I point my camera and record it. He endures vacations and local outings which often consist of hours of wandering on foot, my camera at the ready. I shuffle a few steps forward, then come to a sudden halt. I point, shoot and start up again; by his count, the most consecutive steps I take — before I inevitably stop again — is five.
It’s true, the “look of love is in your eyes.” From the lingering gooey gaze signaling the smitten, to the affectionate study of their “person” by a much-loved canine, eye contact conveys, “you are noticed, you are special, you are loved.” But when there is very little eye contact from other human beings, we feel ignored, unimportant, unworthy. Continue reading
Back in high school, I saw the blockbuster summer thriller, Jaws. I have never been the same. Summer camp on Lake Saranac revealed my irking irrational fear that some crazed person had caught and released a shark into the lake to wreak havoc on us unsuspecting campers.
Tradition. To be honest, I’m not one to stand on it. Turkey at Thanksgiving? Not necessarily. One year I served homemade lasagna — and my family loved it! But some ideas are worth adopting and turning into traditions, lived out year after year, like Noticing Your Necessary People, by Karen Ehman. And some virtues, like the ones noted in this Country Music Award Song of 2016 Continue reading
Recently, a friend who has been a “stay-at-home mom” for many years, contemplated attending her college reunion and sought my advice on how to reply to the inevitable query, “What do you do?” At the time, I did not have a good response for her. It’s a question that can produce an awkward pause — especially if your answer […]