One day the little girl took indoor pictures with her new camera. She was puzzled by how much noise there was in the pictures, and she couldn’t understand why her new camera was so much worse than her old one. She took picture after picture and the outcome was always…

Sometimes, after you have taken pictures all day, you just want to delete them all. And then run the SD card through a shredder, just to make sure they’re really gone. That’s how angry they made you. …

You stand on the sidelines and you freeze your butt off. The wind is so strong, it almost blows you over. Rain is cutting your face like a thousand knives, and the cold water trickles down your neck and into your jacket. Your hands are frozen. Your feet feel like…

A blog? What is it for? I suppose, a long time ago someone came up with the saying “An apple a day keeps the doctor away.” Now I could use this same saying and translate into this day and age, and it would sound something like “A blogpost a day…

Last night I went for my usual 30 minute power walk. When I started doing them, I’d leave before dinner, or while dinner was in the oven, and it was still daylight. Now with the change of seasons, my walks are in the dark. I usually walk on sidewalks, in…

Last year, we bought an electric car. A 2021 Hyundai Kona Electric, in “pulse red” — whatever that is. We opted to go for the higher trim version with leather seats and all the bells and whistles. If we are plunking down this much money for a vehicle, might as well go all in. Only death is free, and that will cost you your life. — WHY DID WE GO ELECTRIC? Both my husband and I believe that crude oil is a commodity that should not be used unless absolutely necessary — for example for badly needed products that can only be made of plastic. Burning it is bad for the air and wasteful, especially as we have so many renewable…

I’m not sure why I feel the need to write tonight, but it seems that there are a few things I need to get off my chest. Fear of dying is one of those things that’s weighing heavy on me. 15 days ago I convinced myself that lining up for…

The other day I glanced in the mirror and recoiled from my own image: I looked like I was 65. The skin under my eyes was hanging in folds, my neck was wrinkly and droopy, and I felt like I was waking up from a dream in which I had been young and smooth. I realized that I was finally getting old. — Inside my head, I’m still 25. I feel like 25, I have the energy of a 25-year-old (when tackling projects that I actually look forward to doing, mind you), I behave like a 25-year-old most of the time, and a 3-year-old if I don’t get my way. Until the other…