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Giving Thanks. In each moment. There is something. If we look. At least for most of us. A time to give thanks, is EVERY time. “”””””””””“Gratitude turns what we have into enough.” – Melody Beattie “””””””””” “Acknowledging the good that you already have in your life is the foundation for all abundance.” – Eckhart Tolle […]

I ran across a quote recently by William Lloyd Garrison. Or maybe just a question. It goes: “Are right and wrong convertible terms, dependent upon popular opinion?”  It is quite a thing to think about.  And if you step back for a moment from everything, you think about what is right and what is wrong

What is a hobby, after all?  As defined, a hobby is an activity done regularly in one’s leisure time for pleasure.  That leaves it wide open, I’d say. I guess someone could have the hobby of squeezing fresh orange juice.I suppose being a hound at the slot machine could be considered a hobby.Driving a car.Knitting.Sitting

Where do you park your two boats?In a pair of docks. Paradox.  Just what is a paradox?  I’ll tell you.  It is a seemingly absurd or self-contradictory statement. But. When that statement or “thing” is investigated or explained, it may prove to be well-founded.  It may just be true.  Carl Jung once said: “Only the

I saw the Broadway Road Tour of Hamilton at the Schuster Center, in Dayton, Ohio.  We went back in October.  After seeing it again, I had to pull it up on Disney+ and watch it about six more times.  It may be my favorite play.  Though, I have to say, Avenue Q and Wicked are

Emojis By Linda Stowe In 1963 the State Mutual Life Assurance Company of Worcester, Massachusetts, was having a problem with employee morale as the result of a series of mergers and acquisitions. To boost employee morale as well as the firm’s image, the company paid graphic designer Harvey Ball $45 to come up with a

I haven’t flown in a little while.  But every day, there is some story on the news about a mishap happening in the clouds up there.  Whatever happened to “Flying the Friendly Skies?” Why.  Just a few weeks ago, I heard another tale that would get anyone’s nose out of joint.  The story took place

Beer is beer, right?  Wrong. I used to be a beer drinker.  In quite large quantities, truth be told.  But I only drank one kind, and it was about as lowly on the beer scale as one can get. Miller Lite. In the can or bottle. I didn’t much care which one as long as there