Inquire, Inspire, Aspire
The following is a true story. This one is unlike my past memoirs. It doesn’t have the light-hearted tone like my others, but life is a kaleidoscope of experiences and perspectives.
Many years ago, in another century, when I was a teen, I learned about my mortality.
We recently arrived home from a one-week getaway. We aren’t world travelers. Our vacations are not to exotic places. Though that would be nice, but most of the time we prefer getting away to some peace and quiet. It’s noisy where we live. Continue reading “Niceness”
At 3am, everything is quiet. On those nights I wake up to use the bathroom at that time, there is complete silence. Because the weather has shifted into cool nights and pleasant days, there is no droning hum of air conditioning or furnace. No dogs barking. No airplanes overhead or cars passing by. Continue reading “3 AM”
The house shown below is in a town 15 miles away from me. Continue reading “Browsing and Butterflies”
Welcome to Lori’s Lane for the first post of 2018. We’re in a deep freeze up here in the Midwest, with temperatures below zero Fahrenheit (below -18c). Remember when I used to live in Florida? Believe it or not, I still don’t miss it.
Living on a peninsula wasn’t too unlike living on an island. I didn’t care for it much. There was only one direction out of Florida when hurricanes came.
My friend, Anneli, lived on an island way farther north than Florida with a drastically different climate. She didn’t have to deal with hurricanes, and she had some breathtaking scenery.
In case you missed my other posts, I’m writing about how I learned that I’m not as nice a person as I believed while on my trip to South Dakota.
This is not an after-Christmas, Christmas post about comfort and joy during the holidays. It’s about something else entirely.
When I first started blogging, I revealed something about me that just doesn’t fit into our society today. I titled it, I’m a Freak. As it turned out, I have a lot of blog material on this topic.
When someone in their twenties is just starting out in life, changes and new beginnings are expected. Back then, the changes in my life were great. I left my parents home on my wedding day and within a couple of years moved 1,200 miles away.
. . . back to that same old place. Sweet Home Chicago.
Here are a few photos from my Chicago River boat tour. The day I scheduled for this tour turned out gray and misty. The lighting wasn’t the best for photos, but all in all, a very enjoyable day.
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