“Ugh. I have so much stuff,” I said to my mother on the phone this morning. She laughed. “You have too much stuff?” she said. “You have the least amount of stuff of any of us.” “I know,” I said. “And it’s still too much!” When I first told my parents of my idea to…
Author: renaissancerebecca
To Sell or Not To Sell: My Piano
“But maybe when you come back you’ll want it – but it might be too expensive to buy another one,” said my youngest sister. She was talking about the regrets I might have if I sold my piano in my effort to fund a year of traveling. I’d heard the argument before. From my mother. …
29 Gifts Update
So I’m on Day 5 of the 29 Gifts challenge. If you want to read about the gifts I’ve given so far, you can click here.
29 Gifts – Day 2
I woke up happy today. This hasn’t happened in quite a while – usually I want to go back into my dreams. But today I woke up happy. Or maybe I didn’t wake up happy, but became so when – in my groggy state – I glanced at my phone on my nightstand to see…
29 Gifts
I started a new book the other day that I can’t put down: 29 gifts by Cami Walker. She is suffering from MS when a spiritual teacher tells her to give 29 gifts in 29 days. It’s amazing what happens from the moment she starts. She’s gone on to create a world-wide movement at http://www.29gifts.org…
The Writing on the Walls
I’ve had the urge for quite some time to write on my walls. Literally. This is a bit unconventional, I know. And not usually recommended when renting an apartment. Lucky for me, I’m not the only one who wants to be able to write on my walls and still get a security deposit back. They…
Rat Rescue
“Are those ferrets?” the guy two seats down from me asked. Between us a girl had just sat down and placed an animal carrying case on her lap. She opened it up, took one of the two critters out, cuddled and kissed him. Ferrets? I knew better. Yes, their little black faces were cute. But…
On Living Vicariously
“I mean, don’t get me wrong,” she said. “I love my kids.” Then she lowered her voice: “But if I had to do it all over again…” She stopped and looked at me – frowning, her slightly parted lips showing her clenched teeth. I knew what she was saying. I had just told a group…
The Eharmony Experiment
NB? What does that stand for, I thought to myself as I perused my latest eharmony “match.” Did they seriously try to set me up with someone from New Brunswick? As is Canada? As in north of Maine?! Yes, they did. It’s a “flex match” they tell me. Yes, I’d have to be quite flexible…
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