I put over 17,000 steps on my garmin.
I missed a call from my mom. We're making plans to go to my nephew's wedding in February.
A huge fat squirrel had me laughing out loud watching him barrel across my back yard, stopping only to consider swiping some of my kale. He/She ultimately declined.
The Titans beat the Ravens.
My cat Zeke, for the first time that I'm aware of, demonstrated alpha cat behavior, not yielding the top step of the back deck to the neighbor's pushy Siamese cat, Ming.
I finished a pair of earrings and spent some time writing.
My friend Carrie started pulling together the pre-Thanksgiving potluck for our boxing gym crew. Thank you Carrie.
It was 80 degrees in Nashville.
26 people lost their lives because they went to church today in a "one blinking-light" town in Texas.
I'm almost used to it; startled but not shocked. It drags on my heart but I didn't burst into tears like I used to. It feels inevitable. It feels expected. Killing random strangers is the new response to hopelessness or rage. When I saw this was at the hands of an American, I also knew it would be tweeted about but ultimately ignored. We won't talk about guns. We won't talk about mental health care. We won't talk about poverty or hunger or the disenfranchised. We won't invest in public education or health care for all or criminal justice reform. We won't.
I honestly do not know what to do.
Still, I am hopeful.
Millions of people will go to work and do good.
Babies will be born.
Someone will dance their first tango.
There will be lots of birthdays and birthday parties.
My sons will be remarkable.
Runners will continue to bask in the glow of finishing the New York marathon.
People will choose love over hate.
We will persist.
Hi, I'm Donna. Long time artisan/creative. Full time work in nonprofit world. Mother of two adult sons. Currently, also mother of two cats.
The patience project. Because patience is a virtue. And a creative challenge.
Don't mess with imperfection. How copper and heat speak for themselves.
Politics and Art wage war inside me
Write 100 words, take a nap and share your mantra
Tile and wood floor...this year's winter project...kitchen renovation