Life is a Precious Thing



Precious adjective: of great value, not to be wasted or treated carelessly.

Noun: used as a term of address to a beloved person, “Don’t be frightened, my precious”

What will it take before you realize your life is precious? Will it be when you are stricken with a deadly disease? When a loved one dies? When you live beyond the years you once thought was when you might die, did you start thinking life was precious?


When I was younger I was so wrapped up in just surviving day to day, making ends meet, and eeking out a living for my family, I never gave thought as to how precious each day is.


We live in a time where we get caught up in the 24/7 news feeds with the talking heads. We spend our time on social media, texting, and messaging not realizing our lives are slipping away.


Each minute we spend looking back is wasted when we should be looking forward. Each hour we hate is an hour we could have been loving. Each day we let go by without telling someone we love them is a day we will never get back.


Soon the minutes, hours and days, add up to weeks, months and years. Did you treat those years with love and kindness? Did you make sure you told someone you love them at every chance? Did you make those phone calls? Did you hold someone’s hand? Did you hold a door open for a stranger?


Our lives are precious, a gift. Be precious to everyone you know and meet. We all can be of great value without being rich and famous. We can make someone’s day by just being nice.


With a world full of hate, be the person people will say of you,  “He or she is precious.”


What do you Believe?


Until people admit the problems we face as a nation and world stems from people and not things, we will never solve anything.  It is beyond my comprehension the reasoning from some people that believe objects are the cause of hate and discontent in our society.

I was told not long ago that my generation is old and our ways are outdated. To that I respond, there were no school shootings by my generation. In fact, some students carried guns in their cars or trucks so they could go hunting after school. We played with toy guns, owned BB guns and learned how to shoot at early ages, depending on where one lived.  There were guns in our homes, some standing behind a door somewhere in the house, or in my father’s nightstand. Same was true for many of my friend’s home.

What does it say for our society that for two generations now, people will take a human life for no reason at all other than revenge over words, or to become famous? Two generations of people that believe society owes them free things. High paying jobs fresh out of school. Two or more generations that will borrow money then refuse to pay the loan back because it’s too much? Two or more generations of mediocre behavior accepted and receiving trophies.

In my generation, not everyone made the team because everyone wasn’t good enough. You were encouraged to practice harder or find something else to try to be better in doing.  Only winners got trophies. Because in the real world of adulthood, not everyone is a winner. It taught us how to handle disappointment. It taught us how to strive to do better. It taught us that although we might not be perfect if we worked hard at something, we would get better.

Nowadays, when someone is disappointed they strike out with any means possible, including grabbing one of their parent’s guns and killing those that had hurt them in some way.

Whether one wishes to admit it or not, society is on the brink of destruction because of human behavior not because we have access to things.  With this said, I’m going to steal the lyrics to a song popular not so long ago that also is fitting for today.

“Eve Of Destruction”

The eastern world it is exploding
Violence flarin’, bullets loadin’
You’re old enough to kill but not for votin’
You don’t believe in war but whats that gun you’re totin’?
And even the Jordan River has bodies floatin’

But you tell me
Over and over and over again my friend
Ah, you don’t believe
We’re on the eve of destruction

Don’t you understand what I’m tryin’ to say
Can’t you feel the fears I’m feelin’ today?
If the button is pushed, there’s no runnin’ away
There’ll be no one to save with the world in a grave
Take a look around you boy, it’s bound to scare you boy

And you tell me
Over and over and over again my friend
Ah, you don’t believe
We’re on the eve of destruction

Yeah my blood’s so mad feels like coagulating
I’m sitting here just contemplatin’
I can’t twist the truth it knows no regulation
Handful of senators don’t pass legislation
And marches alone can’t bring integration
When human respect is disintegratin’
This whole crazy world is just too frustratin’

And you tell me
Over and over and over again my friend
Ah, you don’t believe
We’re on the eve of destruction

Think of all the hate there is in Red China
Then take a look around to Selma, Alabama
You may leave here for four days in space
But when you return it’s the same old place
The pounding of the drums, the pride and disgrace
You can bury your dead but don’t leave a trace
Hate your next door neighbor but don’t forget to say grace

And tell me
Over and over and over and over again my friend
You don’t believe
We’re on the eve of destruction
Mmm, no, no, you don’t believe
We’re on the eve of destruction

To My Younger Self!


As the song said, “Slow down, you move to fast, got to make the morning last!”

From the time I can remember, I was always in a hurry.  Hurry up and start shaving my legs, hurry up and wear makeup, in a hurry to discover boys, hurrying to date, hurrying to be a grown up, hurry up to discover sex, hurrying to do all the adult things that laws said you had to be of a certain age. Hurrying my life away.

Then when I because certain ages, I was still in a hurry.  Mornings turned into high speed chases against the clock to get to work on time, to spend many years in jobs I didn’t like just to get by.  Working several jobs at a time to make ends meet.  Speeding through the weekday to cram every little thing I could possibly think of to have a little fun, if I wasn’t working the second or third job.

Maybe life would have been a little easier if I had just slowed down and continued my education through an university and not through the school of hard knocks.  Or not, I didn’t do all that badly, it just took me longer than most.  Even more educated people than I have tougher lives in their old age. Life never seems to go according to plan.

Through in changing jobs, moving from state to state, marriages, children, divorces, parents that need help, there was always something changing the game plan.  I see now that all of that didn’t really matter if I had only realized that I too could one day live to be this age.  I could have slowed down and enjoyed life more.  All those things that I hurried to do in my youth, which by the way seemed to last until I was almost sixty, I could have done at a much slower pace.

Would have made so many mistakes, who’s to say?  We go forward not backwards.  Now, it does seem that when the clock is ticking away towards the golden age of seventy, I want to hurry again. My clock my well indeed be running out and there is still so much more I want to do in this life. My clock seems to be moving faster while my body and brain seems to move a bit slower everyday.

To my younger self, I would say, “Slow down, enjoy every minute for what it is, not what you wish it to be. ”


A Good Beach Read


The last day of April has me thinking of spending time outdoors on warm summer days. When the days are longer and I have pleasure reading time. When I am not studying some article for work or pounding new information into my head for one reason or another. When the words I’m taking in slide across my minds eyes allowing me to enter a different world other than the one I’m living.

Books that allow my imagination to run wild. Where I can be the heroine or the creepy bad guy.

In today’s social media network world, we do everything on the internet. From keeping up with social events, buying goods, reading books, watching television to finding a mate. I have known several people that have found their true soul mate online.  Still, it had me wondering, what if? What if a sociopath used dating websites to lure his victims into his web of deceit?

So came the idea for  A thriller that will take you into the demented mind of a serial killer and a woman’s fight for survival. Enjoy your summer.


Hope in Humanity

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For the past few weeks, I have felt as if there was a dark cloud hovering over me. It didn’t seem to matter how badly I wanted the cloud to move away and allow the sunshine to come back into my life, the grey skies were with me.

My husband took me off to the big city for a Pen show. I can see the look on your face as I type. I can hear your question, “Why in the hell would anyone want to show pens?”  I could go deep into that subject, however, this is not why I am writing today.

I’m writing today to express how a few short days spent with some amazing people can reset your views on life in general.  Complete strangers of all ages, backgrounds, and occupations walked into my life this weekend. The only thing we all had in common was the love for fountain pens and writing, yet we spent hours talking about any and every subject you can imagine.

Unlike families, it appears complete strangers can broach subjects considered taboo otherwise. No one was offended, no one got mad, no one yelled and as far as I can tell, not a single person got their feelings hurt.  We laughed together over our differences.

This weekend renewed my hope for humanity. I was reminded who people once interacted with each other and communicated. Yes, we had our cell phones out as we shared photos of our lives with each other. Not a single person sat with their faces stuck to their phone screens as we talked. We did Google a few things when none of us could remember a certain name or place. It was as if we had been beamed back to a time when humans communicated with other humans face to face. It was absolutely amazing.

And even though we drove through pouring rain all the way home, I felt like the sun had come out and was shining on me. Even today as the snow was falling on the Georgia mountain where we live, I still feel the warmth from some great people I met this weekend.

Live is good!



Smart Phones Making Us Dumb


The world at our fingertips has ruined our lives, our relationships, our communication skills, and our ability to listen.

I took a trip by plane two weeks ago and was amazed as too how many people I saw without their faces stuffed into some sort of electronic device, mostly smart phones.  Not watching where they were walking, not listening to anyone talking to them, not paying attentions to important announcements, not even watching what they were eating or drinking.

The one great invention of my lifetime is destroying so many things I have loved in my life.  How sad it seems to me that dinners are eaten with faces staring at the smart phone screen waiting for the next text or the next Google answer. Never mind what people sitting at the same table are saying.

It seems to me that many people don’t understand social communications unless it’s in the form of a text. I thought it was just teens going through a spell, but I was so wrong. It seems to be everyone is infected. I’m not sure what to call this infection, other than the downfall of society.

I saw a cartoon not long ago of a family visiting grandma, and everyone was sitting around with their face glued to the smart phone screen and grandma just sitting there. She might as well have been alone. “Gee thanks for the visit,” I thought.

I am too guilty of grabbing my phone and showing someone a photo, as Googling something none of us older gals can remember, but then the phone is put away, or at least set down and face down.  I did check my emails and sent a text or two when I was setting in the airport. However, I did not allow this to get into my people watching time. Is it only the older generations that watched people when in public places?

If I could do one thing that I think might save our society, I would do away with smart phones and search engines.  Like the weakest of the of buffalo herd, soon many humans would die from the lack of instant information, leaving the world a stronger and smarter place. Why they might even learn how to read and write cursive again, actually allowing them to read original documents.

Frozen dinner, Anyone?



I’m not sure where I came up with the idea that retirement would give me all the time in the world to do the things I wanted to do. I had visions of getting up whenever I pleased, (usually very early for this morning person), enjoying my coffee, catching up on the news of the day, then spending my day writing or painting, or working on my photography. Isn’t that how it appears in the movies or on TV? I should have known better.

Lately, I have been feeling so overwhelmed by all the things I need to get done, and the things I want to do, I end up not doing much at all. I tend to spend too much time in my comfy chair pondering what I should do next. Before I know it the dinner bell is ringing and I’ve got to think of something to prepare for dinner. No words were written, no photos were taken, no painted trim work in the kitchen finished, no laundry is done, no house cleaning is done, and I think I didn’t even make the bed up today. “Ah, tomorrow I will have a plan!”

I toss and turn most of the night, thinking about the plan for the next day. Ha, plans well made!  Always, something happens, and the well thought out plans are tossed aside and I end up doing something else. What is wrong with me, I ask? Am I the only one having this problem? God, I hope not.

“Snap out of it,” I scold myself. “Get with the program.”  But what is the program? Do I need deadlines? It seems setting goals isn’t working for me. Are goals and deadlines the same thing?

Maybe I have ADD? Can someone pushing 70 all of a sudden develop ADD? Or maybe I have the onset of Alzheimer’s? I do have to write everything down, or I forget. My friends say the same thing. Maybe it’s just a severe case of CRS (can’t remember shit.) Seems everyone I know my age suffers from the same symptoms. Did we all have the same idea about retirement? I meant to ask my friend the other day during our conversation, but I forgot.

Someone suggested making myself a work schedule:

Breakfast and photography: 6-8 am.

Social media, including emails and FB: 8-10 am.

Writing: 10-noon.

Lunch: noon to 1 pm.

Writing: 1 pm to 5 pm.

Dinner: 5 pm -7 pm

During any breaks, I must do laundry, tend to the dogs, (still training a puppy), pay attention to my husband, do the grocery shopping, pay bills, and clean house.

OMG! This doesn’t sound like retirement. This sounds like work. Maybe I’ll try this out every other day for a week and take the other days off.

Stay tuned; I’ll let you know how dirty my house gets and how the puppy training goes. Frozen dinner anyone?