“““““““““““““““““““““““““&“““““““““““““““““““““““““ Sometimes I just sit in front of my computer and wonder what I should write about. I signed up for a memoir writing class at OLLI (aka College for Seniors) in the hopes that I might write my life story some day. Currently, I tend to root around in…
============== @============== We Americans seem to love our array of options. Just walk into any grocery store and count the variety of soup cans available every day of the week. We have become immune to our vast wealth in terms of soup. What if one day you were having a…
Every other Friday I drive from my home in West Asheville to the food co-op on Biltmore Avenue downtown. I take the busy road outside my neighborhood and have a neat little trick for getting off at the correct exit, which I learned while riding on the bus. Once, a…
Whenever I get the notion that I need to let go of something, I want to walk a labyrinth to facilitate that action. Western culture, especially in the US is devoted to the getting and keeping of material things. We have been conditioned since early childhood to reap all we…