Take an infamous person, such as Imelda Marcos, and you’ll find at the root of her downfall a fetish.
Before our last snowstorm a pair of blue jays flew at my kitchen window.
I recently realized the truth in the old adage, “What goes around, comes around”.
I’ve developed the habit of looking outside before bedtime and again when I arise.
Much has been written on the subject of smiling.
I understand that when a doctor wishes to assess the cognitive skills of an elderly patient he asks her to give today’s day and date and the name of the President of the United States.
Henry David Thoreau wrote, “We need the tonic of wildness.”
Is it just me, or do others have difficulty understanding some television commercials?
We Americans greet each other with a smile and a “Hi.”
May is that wonderful time of year when the trees begin to leaf, lilacs bloom in the dooryard, and daffodils sprout in the garden.
Some folks start their day by watching “Good Morning America” or one of the other talk/news shows.
I never realized that I liked bad boys, but I’ve discovered that in my old age I’m attracted to a couple of swashbuckling cats.
This Thanksgiving season I reread the words of the song Thankful by Carole Bayer Sager and made popular by Josh Groban.
Fifteen years ago I submitted my first Musing to the North Creek paper.
Summer may be drawing to a close, but my butterfly bush doesn’t know it.
The Dog Days of Summer
It is human nature to think that the grass is greener on the other side … of the fence … of the country … of the Pond.
For Mother’s Day my family gave me a plaque showing the Nickerson Family Tree, est. 1960.
I’m a bridge player and, as such, my partner and I are sometimes “vulnerable.”
This month I’ve been thinking about Personification, Glorification and Euphemisms. Now that’s a mouthful!
I have a decorative slate with the words, “Let it Snow.”
I grew up believing that it was good to be “in the box.”
I’m not a control freak, but I do like to know where I’m going.