Watching women put on makeup while they are on the subway is like watching the Wizard of Oz set up the screen he hides behind. Just saying.
When you stay in the same place for a long time
you see memories wherever you go
I’m reminded of this
as I ride to work on the subway
the RED LINE presses out memories
GLENMONT where my brother lived
where my husband picked me up after work
the bowling alley where we celebrated my son’s seventh birthday
TAKOMA walking around flea markets cute stores
VAN NESS where my husband proposed
SILVER SPRING belly dancing classes with my BFF
UNION STATION picking up friends and business trips
RHODE ISLAND AVE where I used to live
METRO CENTER where I’ve worked the past 10 years
CLEVELAND PARK high school
FORT TOTTEN my son’s grandparents’ home
and so many more
(I don’t want to bore you)
memories come to mind
until the next stop
I have been supporting and mentoring a younger friend who aspires to own a bakery. It is so much fun! I have never owned a bakery but I love them, love sweets, and love to bake. I get to live vicariously through someone and I get to talk about things I love.
It’s so fulfilling to watch people pursue their dreams. I want to encourage her.
One day, my young friend will have her bakery. And I will stop by to say hi.
I held out on getting a personalized banner for a long time. I thought: I don’t know how to make it and it will cost too much. About $30 later, I have my very own personalized banner! It didn’t cost too much and I really like it!
Vanessa had a great process. She asked me about myself, the colors and design elements I liked. She took a look at my blog. Then she did something very cool. She found an image of one of my dolls and she worked it into the banner. Love it! So cute! I really feel like the banner represents who I am.
I just love Etsy. We all help each other out.
I love this song. We sang it every time we pulled into West Virginia where my Dad was born and raised. The first version I knew was by John Denver. Then one day about 25 years ago, I was in a coffee shop and I heard a reggae version by Toots and the Maytals. Loved that too! I love when folks take something and make it their own.
So here it is, a song that’s close to my heart, two ways. Enjoy!
sticky peanut butter
breaks soft bread
jeweled chunks of jelly
don’t want to spread
jaws fighting pulling
trying to chew
whoever invented this
Sometimes we remember the darndest things
like my Grandmother’s nails
When I file my nails
I see her hands
She was always filing her nails
They were always perfect
She liked them with oval tips
Her nails had deep ridges in them
Her hands were strong, brown
Wrinkled like raisins
Those hands that did my hair
Snapped green beans
Cooked and baked
The most beautiful hands in the world