A New Life for Me

After my husband’s death in 2009, my life changed greatly. I loved our home and could do whatever I wanted to do with it and with my life. But the yard, was more of a challenge; the physical part of caring for the grass, (watering it during dry weather) and raking gazillions of leaves in … More A New Life for Me

How Do You “Play” as An Adult?

https://joyful2beeblogs.com/2025/10/20 /how-do-you-play-as-an-adult/ As children, we played naturally. We used our imaginations and pretended to be cowboys, cowgirls, astronauts, doctors, nurses, mothers, and fathers, or whatever tickled our fancies. We could use a stick and pretend it was a tool, if we were handymen or women. The only things that stopped our pretending was the weather, … More How Do You “Play” as An Adult?

United We Stand; Divided We Fall

Through traveling I’ve met other people of different cultures from Mexico, Canada, Germany and Switzerland. Traveling is a mind expanding experience. I’ve traveled to Pittsburgh, towns all over North and South Carolina, Mississippi, Louisiana, some in Texas, Missouri, Idaho, Colorado, Virginia, and a few other states. Not everyone believes, lives, eats, speaks or even thinks … More United We Stand; Divided We Fall

Anger Can Hide Pain

I have trouble coping with anger. Generally, the most angry I have been has been righteous indignation over mistreatment of someone, some country, or some animal. Growing up in my family, we rarely were angry at each other. I remember only two, maybe three big arguments my parents had when I was young. While growing … More Anger Can Hide Pain

Love Yourself

As an adult it is good to try to understand reoccurring behavior. Over ten years ago, I figured out that I have some anxiety when I go to a gathering of women whom I have never met before. I always feel at ease once I get there and start greeting the other attendees, so there … More Love Yourself

I Was Her Once

I watched as she walked down the sidewalk, a neighbor and acquaintance. She was friendly, smiling, but was in her own world to some degree. We stopped to chat, since I felt I had known her from my past. We set a time to get together to learn more about each other. She was always … More I Was Her Once