Weekly Photo Challenge:



A memory about Shine:

Every Saturday night, my brother, sister, and I were responsible for polishing our shoes for church. We’d lay newspaper on the kitchen floor, place our shoes atop the paper, and shine our shoes. When the shoe polish cap was unscrewed, a thin, metal rod was attached to the cap’s underside and at the other end a cotton ball dripping with polish. In the morning, we’d find that our shoes’ sole edges were stuck to the newspaper and we’d spend the better part of breakfast trying to remove it.

Oftentimes, I’d notice those pieces of newspaper during mass, and I found that I’d rather that preoccupy my mind than the gospel. 


Daily Gratitude: my six-day old cold beginning to abate; seeing birds flitting by the living room window as I lie here with my box of tissues; listening to British accents

Quote of the Day: unique and important way. It is our privilege and our adventure to discover our own special light. ~Evelyn Dunbar


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Weekly Photo Challenge: Local


Not exactly a local haunt as it is a landmark. To some the Beesley’s Power Generating Station means that they’re on the gateway to their vacation homes. To others it means, weekends away from the hot streets of Philadelphia. It represents fishing, jet skiing, kayaking, boating, surfing, paddle boarding… The Tuckahoe Inn, the beach…

On this evening we were just finishing dinner, when I noticed the sky lighting up with pinks and oranges and changing by the seconds. For me, this local landmark means that I’m home.


Daily Gratitude: breakfasting with old high school friends; seeing the hawk watching over our block; finding, yet again, another swallowtail caterpillar in the garden

Quote of the Day: Think globally, act locally.

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Weekly Photo Challenge: H2O


Resurrection Bay, Seward, Alaska

A memory about water:

Back in the late 50s we were “bumped” in Guam on a flight back to Hawaii and had to wait for available seats for four—my mother, two siblings and me. 

We were there for a week during monsoon season without a car, so exploring the island was out of the question. The housing in which we had to stay had a common- kitchen, living-, and dining room. 

One evening I left our apartment, accidentally locking the door behind me: the only key was now locked behind closed doors. (Yikes!) Without a car, nor a telephone, nor my Dad to come to the rescue, my mother had to make the decision to go out into the torrential rain to get a key from the housing office.

I was only nine years old at the time and didn’t realize the enormity of our dilemma. Needless to say, my mother, at her wits end for being left on an island without a car with three bored children, was quite incensed—and that’s putting it mildly. She was so angry that she dragged me out by the hand into the ultimate cats-and-dogs of rain storms to get a duplicate key.

Yelling along the way about how we’d have to walk a long distance to get to the bridge that crossed over the canal, my mother, spying a large pipe that crossed the now raging water, stopped dead alongside it. She took off her sandals, told me to sit (literally sit in the thank-goodness-to-betsy, warm rain), and then she proceeded to traverse the slippery pipe in the pouring rain.

It all turned out well. She got a key, and the housing officer drove her back to the apartment. For as long as I live, that memory will be etched in my mind, and it makes me realize how lucky I am to have my mother with me still today.

Daily Gratitude: a very engaging class of creative thinkers; an explosion of purple asters in my garden; spaghetti

Quote of the Day: We never know the worth of water till the well is dry. ~Thomas Fuller, Gnomologia, 1732

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Weekly Photo Challenge: Nostalgia


During the 50s, I spent my entire primary school years, most impressionable years, living in Honolulu. So palm trees always remind me of Hawaii. Always will. Always will be.

The neighborhood boys were always trying to climb those towering trees and as I recall, some were successful—like my brother. The object was to try and loosen one of the coconuts even though they would fall eventually when they ripened. But it was a weekly, if not sometimes daily, challenge. 

And when no one was around, I’d take off my “go-heads” and have a go at it. (Everyone used to call flip-flops “go-heads” which was an evolved version of “go aheads” because living at the beach always left wet feet behind while the sandal, which Hawaiians now call “slippah,” would “go ahead” of the foot.)

I never did conquer the toe-splitting task although I did make it halfway up a few times on the palms whose trunks were half bent, kind of a cheat but not to a seven-year old. So whenever I see a palm tree, no matter where in the world I am, I will always think of my childhood in Honolulu. Always will. Always will be. Amen.

Daily Gratitude: another great volunteer session at school—children never seem to amaze me, love to see their spark; seeing a former student, grown and with children of his own AND getting a big hug; smiles from an old friend

Quote of the Day: What is the charm that makes old things so sweet? ~Sarah Doudney, “Between the Lights,” c.1875
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Weekly Photo Challenge: Quest


Off of Fox Island, Resurrection Bay, Seward, Alaska

While looking seemingly calm in the waters rounding Fox Island in Resurrection Bay— the paddle back was less so. It was one of the only two brilliantly blue and sunny days during our vacation in Alaska, which was quite delicious to us as we were having a wickedly hot summer back East.

The paddle out and around to the Sandspit Point Marine Park was fairly easy, but as soon as we crossed Eldorado Narrows where the inlet waters come rushing in, the paddle became a bit more challenging as the tide and the breeze were working against us.

We did a quick loop of some smaller coves around Resurrection Peninsula, and then moored our boats at the spit for a twenty minute respite. At this time, my forearms felt a tad tight. After becoming reenergized with a light snack and water and a stretch of our legs and some quick photos, we headed back to calm Sunny Cove of Fox Island.

Once away from the spit, the tide was pushing us towards Seward, but we wanted to paddle left and then into the opposite direction of the tide; herein lay the challenge.  By now, my forearms were burning as I tried to do my part in our QUEST to reach shore, but the best I could do was dip my paddle in every so often—I must have certainly looked the pathetic creature as I left Dapper G to do all the hard work!

We finally rounded the bend into the cove and dock, so I tried desperately to muster my best to help Dapper G bring us into shore.

Boy, was I exhausted! I was actually questioning my ability to exit the kayak, walk up the small, stony incline to solid ground while carrying the paddles back to the shed and finally to a most welcoming bench. While the thought did cross my mind, crawling in front of the young and vibrant Belgian fellow paddlers was out of the question!

Funny, though, how the beauty, splendor, and quiet of the wilderness surrounding our journey outweighed my quivering arms and fatigued body.

Daily Gratitude: donating supplies to my former school; working with middle-schoolers; receiving a cheery, “No, thank you!” when I asked if a woman with a walker needed assistance

Quote of the Day: Say it, reader. Say the word “quest” out loud. It is an extraordinary word, isn’t it? So small and yet so full of wonder, so full of hope.          ~Kate DiCamillo

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Weekly Photo Challenge: Edge


Me walking towards the edge.

Daily Gratitude: asked to be a guest speaker in an awesome teacher’s STEAM classroom; Dapper G cooking dinner; a lie down in the afternoon

Quote of the Day: I want to stand as close to the edge without going over. Out on the edge you see all kinds of things you can’t see from the center.      ~Kurt Vonnegut

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Weekly Photo Challenge: Frame



Daily Gratitude:  finding more ripe tomatoes on the vine; coffee by the bay; a sweet note from my aunt

Quote of the Day: I can find no more comfortable frame of mind for the conduct of life than a humorous resignation.                           ~W. Somerset Maugham

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