Tiny Treasures

Found: Broken Pieces.

‘as small as the world and as large as alone.’

Autumn Beach Walk, 2017


For whatever we lose, (like a you or like a me), it’s always ourselves we find at the sea. E.E. Cummings

Did you take your Geritol today?

How old is old?

I think we carry a picture of ourselves in our head that’s just lodge in there regardless how many years or decades go by, often when I see a recent picture of myself I’ll wonder who is that woman with all those lines around her eyes that vaguely resembles me.

I can’t remember the context of the conversation but I was at my brother’s house one Sunday having dinner and had commented on being middle age. Middle Age. Oh he just laughed and laughed. What. The. Hell. Read More

Irrelevant. How the doorway now becomes an adventure in blogging.

Because I have ADHD.
I can, and could, really just leave it at that.

March, 1 2018 6:00 am

I’ve gone from a just another lady with a deck of cards to sheer irrelevance. I still have the cards. I never part with the cards. All interests, no matter how passionate they begin, wane. I should have known. How could I have not have known? Read More


September 26, 2016 7:26 pm Florida’s Gulf Coast


I would go down to the beach every single evening my first year moving south in an attempt to recalibrate from the unnecessary ugliness of my ‘then’ office life. I’m sure it’s because of that time period alone I now have this insurmountable amount of sunset photos eating away my memory card that I just cannot bear to part with. This one will always remain one of my most favorites.

every evening to the beach
that is where I’d find my solace
cotton candy sky on fire

I begin again. Welcome to my world.

Recycled photo from an earlier post because it could possibly be the theme of my life.

And so we begin again. And again and again..  Welcome to the fabulous farout world of ADHD.