Listening is a critical skill, that I am probably less skilled at than most. In my defense, I grew up with a family with a different listening strategy.
Category: Family memories
Old Stories for a New Year
Long before I became so obsessed with photography, before I had a digital camera, I used to write. I told my stories in letters rather than pixels
Feast of the 3 Saints is After All a FEAST
If there is anything I remember about my Italian stepfather it was him saying after every pant busting, dozen course meal "Did you get enough to eat?"
Follow the Light – Visiting Lighthouses in New England & Nova Scotia, Canada
Lighthouse people are as proud of bagging lighthouse visits as hikers are of bagging peaks. We are both "experience hoarders". And the experiences aren't all that different.
Christmas Tree Rant 2013
And then the whining begins "it's not a real tree if it's outdoors."
No Christmas Tree, No Christmas Trees
Any strip mall parking lot offers trees for sale now, but as a kid, Christmas tradition included packing the car with 4 kids and dog to build memories at the tree farm. Out in nature, family together, frosty air – a carol in the making except that through some sort of physics and perspective anomaly,… Continue reading No Christmas Tree, No Christmas Trees
Apple Picking Etiquette
REFRESH YOUR MEMORY WITH THE RULES OF APPLE PICKING....CLICK ON THE APPLE PHOTO. Apple Picking Etiquette.
Leap of Faith – Unusual Jobs in Aviation at SkyDive Pepperell
Considering a job in Skydiving? Consider this -Upon departing a flying plane, the average human body falls approximately 120 miles per hour.
WHAT’S IN YOUR JUNK DRAWER? 5 Unexpected Items Justify My Junk Drawer’s Existence
My junk drawer is a visual masterpiece, a virtual kaleidoscope with colors and shapes shifting throughout my search for scissors…ah, yes, that’s what I’d been looking for.
Top 10 Worst Excuses for Candy – Ever.
This is about really stupid candy – the candy that if left open, unsupervised, out of the sight of others, within arm’s reach, on a day when I hadn’t had a chance to eat for 12 hours, I still, (most likely) wouldn’t eat it. I don’t even have particularly high standards for calling something “candy”: it must be edible, have some level of sweetness, be deemed more of a treat than a trick when eaten.