Recent Posts: Laughing With Buddha
Is The Summer Over Yet?
I have a love-hate relationship with summer. I love the balmy summer mornings and cool summer evenings. I can do without the rest of the day.
Closet Culling – Part Two
Cosmetic and Other Bags This seasonal closet culling wouldn’t be so bad if I didn’t have so many cosmetic bags jammed between the shoe boxes at the top of my closet. It’s a game of Jenga as I pull out a shoebox, hold my breath and wait for the avalanche of bags to bounce off […]
Closet Culling
Part One: Shoes I finally packed away the winter sweaters and flannel shirts and hung my summer tees and capris in their place. I hate this seasonal task so much that I delay it for as long as I can. It’s not that I have that many clothes to pack away. It’s the shoes. The […]
GRANDPARENTS’ MORNING… and the trials and tribulations to get there
When he reached for my hand, it took all my self-control to not reach down and lift him up into my arms, to hold him there for a long time, to make up for two years of “air hugs” that were no substitute for a good strong grandma hug.
Grief Isn’t Funny
Laughing With Buddha was launched several years ago when I was in a better frame of mind. I wanted to write a humorous blog and I found a lot to write about. I was happier then. Not so now. My mother died on March 27, 2021. It didn’t matter to me that she was 93 years […]
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Is The Summer Over Yet?
I have a love-hate relationship with summer. I love the balmy summer mornings and cool summer evenings. I can do without the rest of the day. Continue reading
Closet Culling – Part Two
Cosmetic and Other Bags This seasonal closet culling wouldn’t be so bad if I didn’t have so many cosmetic bags jammed between the shoe boxes at the top of my closet. It’s a game of Jenga as I pull out … Continue reading
Closet Culling
Part One: Shoes I finally packed away the winter sweaters and flannel shirts and hung my summer tees and capris in their place. I hate this seasonal task so much that I delay it for as long as I can. … Continue reading
GRANDPARENTS’ MORNING… and the trials and tribulations to get there
When he reached for my hand, it took all my self-control to not reach down and lift him up into my arms, to hold him there for a long time, to make up for two years of “air hugs” that were no substitute for a good strong grandma hug. Continue reading
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