Can Time Stand Still

I wish had a time machine.

One where I could stop time for just myself. I could work. I could create. I could sleep. And then, when I step back into the spinning world, I would spend new time with those I care for in a most enjoyable and leisurely way. Oh, I could give so much more!

In the machine I could learn! I could learn between the minutes to be better prepared for the next. To improve. To grow.

It’s the biggest cheat I ever wished for.

Rear View Mirror

 

Looking Forward

In a few weeks I’m going to a conference I really enjoy. The DSDN (Down Syndrome Diagnosis Network) Rockin’ Mom conference. I’ll be presenting and sharing at several sessions.

The two other years I’ve been able to join this party, I’ve been the mom with the oldest child. (We always clarify, “Moms of older kids” not “older moms.” Words matter! Ha!)

I’ll be sharing this year about writing/blogging and advocacy with storytelling. I’m on a panel with other

Painting with Words

Personally…

Picasso paintings are too much, too much for me.

The sharp edges, the abrasive color pallet, the brash tones and raw emotion. It provokes unpleasant, thorny, sensations under my skin; his work aggravates my nerves. It is valid. But not an experience I enjoy.  

Elaine

I prefer the works of the realism periods. One of my favorite paintings is called “Elaine.” It’s so evocative. The moment I saw it, I felt part of me slip away onto the

Ten Lessons from the FTSF Blogging Community

Sundays are my most guarded day. It’s the morning that I get to write. Then, throughout the day I do the prep and caring duties of laundry and cooking and bills and other what-nots necessary to be ready for the coming week. Also, Sundays I take time to read other blogs.

Several Sundays ago, while reading the variety of words that my friends at the Finish the Sentence Friday blog hop gang created, I thought, I learn so much from this scattered group of writers. So, I popped an email to the fearless co-leader, Kristi and said, let’s talk