
Day #344: Memory
I am grateful for my memory. I keep checking on it and although it doesn’t have the same alacrity it once did, it’s still intact.
I am grateful for my memory. I keep checking on it and although it doesn’t have the same alacrity it once did, it’s still intact.
I have a new project. I’m going to shift my mindset and decide that I love winter. I must. I dread the season so entirely
As I look back over nearly a year of proclamations of gratitude, I note that spring and summer and fall each earned excitement. Beautiful seasons,
I am grateful to every restaurant that keeps its online menu up-to-date. It’s vital for me to plan how many carb units I’m consuming at
I am grateful for the watchers, the inspectors. At least at the Minnesota State Fair, the food inspection is rigorous (if not so much the
I am grateful that medicine has evolved to the point where early detection can head off all sorts of health issues. A word today: don’t
When someone asks what your favorite food is … a barrage of tastes, smells, and images floods into the open space of possible answers. You
What’s your best place to think? Mine is in the shower. All kinds of ideas are borne in that soothing cascade of water. I get
My mother was diagnosed with squamous cell carcinoma just 10 days before she died. An incredibly healthy woman all of her life, this was a
Eighteen years ago, I woke up in the recovery room after a particularly rough surgery and said, in that anesthetic fog, “I feel like I