A Table for One

In Nebraska if you go out with friends after work, you meet for drinks. In Pennsylvania (at least in this area) you meet for “happy hour,” which is what I did this past Friday night. This may not sound like…
Noticing life out loud since 2011
Noticing life out loud since 2011

In Nebraska if you go out with friends after work, you meet for drinks. In Pennsylvania (at least in this area) you meet for “happy hour,” which is what I did this past Friday night. This may not sound like…

I’m beginning to think I should hang a sign from my rear view mirror similar to the safety record signs in factories, only mine would say “Number of Days Without Getting Lost is ___.” It had been ten days since…
I fear large dogs and geese; it’s a toss-up to say which one causes me more angst when I come across them while biking or running on the towpath. Not one to miss an opportunity to enjoy nice weather, especially…

Jingle, jingle, ching, ching…. flip FLOP, flip FLOP… thwap…SIGH…PLOP. Fifteen minutes into Yoga class, the door opened and not only filled the room with unwelcome light, but the latecomer to the class chose to set up her space on the opposite…