Thanks For Keeping Me Going

Mick keeps going.

Lipstick and Laundry

The hills, they lie.

Whether you’re a runner, a biker, a walker, or human being trying to muddle through life, the hills can reach up and grab you with their dirt, gravel,or asphalt arms. They choke you with an alternative reality and can convince you that you’re:

  • slow
  • old
  • fat
  • out of shape
  • out of touch
  • out of your mind
  • done

The hills can be the slopes you run, or a metaphor for obstacles.

I know this going into my morning runs, but all the positive affirmations in the world don’t seem to stop the feeling of:

I’m not going to make it

The summit is too far away

I’m dying 

Age and bad knees have taught me to be humble and gentle with myself, so it wasn’t a surprise that I struggled with that hill again this morning. What starts as an unobtrusive climb, continues for a mile of…

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10 positives about living with MS

Dinosaurs and Donkeys writes on MS as a teacher.

Dinosaurs, Donkeys and MS

A few weeks ago me and Dizzy did a blog post on 10 things about living with MS for MS awareness month. Living with any chronic illness is ridiculously difficult but I wanted to counter my 10 things about living with MS and think about the positives that come from it. Sometimes you do really have to look for them but they are there!

‘At every moment of our lives, we all have one foot in a fairy tale and the other in the abyss.’ – Paulo Coelho

  1. Trying different things. Having MS means I can’t always do the things I use to do but this does mean I’ve had time to discover new things! This has included blogging, photography, volunteering and my splashing around classes.

‘You have no idea what you’re capable of until you try.’ – Unknown

2. Appreciating yourself more and learning to looking after yourself. Having MS has taught me the importance of looking after myself…

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An open letter to the Judges, Senators and Citizens of Canada, as well as Prime Minister Justin Trudeau

Devon lays it on the line.

Devon J Hall

I Hereby give permission for anyone (including members of the press) to share, copy, post and paste the following blog post anywhere and everywhere in hopes that it helps 1 person from going through the things I have been through. – Devon J Hall aka SynDolly

Tonight I learned for certain that you do not support victims of sexual assault, nee Rape.

I learned that Judges, in open court said things like;

“Why didn’t she close her knees?”

“Inebriation equals consent”

“Young lady you should consider your behavior instead of crying rape after the fact.”

Lynn Beyak recently defended the Aboriginal School System.

I am shocked, and disgusted and not for the first time to be ashamed to be Canadian.

In the schools alone, six thousand children died – were murdered, because of the abuse they suffered.

Every day in Canada boys and girls, are taken from their families because of…

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And the Rain Still Falls

Jessica writes of a dark place, remembered, but no longer inhabited.

The Well Tempered Bards


Through my tears I hear a sound

Meant for me alone.

Faintly at first,

Then growing nearer.

The darkness that enfolds me

Is but a faint echo

Of the torment my soul hides.

The night closes in on me,

Accepting me,

Sheltering me.

Closer now,


The beating of drums.

Or is it my heart,

Long dead inside this shell

Called a body?

And still the rain falls

Around this empty soul

And what the rain hides

Remains a mystery.

For who knows

When the sun will shine again

On this darkening land?

Who knows when

The light will fill this beating heart

Just barely alive

Inside this body.

And the autumn forest

Hides all with its deadening leaves,

Covering the earth

With a blanket of mist.

And yet, a lone voice can be heard

Through the stillness.

The sweetness of its sound

Wails through the trees

And fills the…

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Attack of the (marriage) Killer Tomatoes

Tomatoes, tomatoes everywhere

Lipstick and Laundry

A few years ago, my boss introduced a fascinating book to our small group – StrengthFinders 2.0. The general concept was that humans spend too much time trying to improve upon our weaknesses instead of sharpening our skills in areas where each individual has the most talent. My co-workers and I took an intensive, validated test and then waited for the magic computer to spew out our secret super powers. In order, my top 5 strengths (with commentary) were:

Restorative: People strong in the Restorative theme are adept at dealing with problems. They are good at figuring out what is wrong and resolving it. I still scratch my head at this one. Maybe they meant causing problems? I am the BOMB at that 🙂 

Discipline: People strong in the Discipline theme enjoy routine and structure. Their world is best described by the order they create. Raises hand. First-born…

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Shut the Fuck Up and Sing

Art and truth

Devon J Hall

The Dixie Chicks once received a letter that said they better “Shut up and Sing or they would be killed.” 

It’s too bad the rest of Hollywood didn’t take that advice, am I right? I mean who do these people think that they are? These actors, these singers, these “entertainers”. Who on earth gave them the idea that their thoughts, feelings and opinions actually mattered to the rest of us?

Last night Meryl Streep went on and on for a full five minutes about how amazing the Arts are and how useless hatred is. She said that Martial Arts and Football were not “The” Arts, and I can’t even believe I am going to say this, she asked the people of the Hollywood Forign Press to stand up in the face of hatred and bigotry, mysogony and abuses of power. 

How fucking Dare She?! Doesn’t she know she’s little more…

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It’s the Most Magical Time of the Year…and Depression

Excellent and true

Pen and Keys

Photo Source: White Photo Source: White

The Holiday Season. Winter. Christmastime, Winter Solstice, Hanukkah, Boxing Day, Kwanzaa, New Year’s. All of it. It’s here again (or will be within weeks).

People are stringing lights across the eaves of their houses, smothering their front yard bushes and trees under ropes of brilliant bulbs of color, tiny fairy lights and large luminosities of red and green, Nativity scenes and Menorahs. Stockings are hung from the mantle or the chimney (or from stocking holders placed on shelves if you live in South Florida, because we don’t have mantles and chimneys), toy trains and holiday villages brighten up hallways and front rooms while trees sparkle and bow beneath their weight of lights, tinsel and decorations. Ugly Christmas and Holiday sweaters make their limited engagement appearances. Millions flock to Walt Disney World for Mickey’s Very Merry Christmas Party, Holidays Around the World, and festive dining experiences.


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Peaches and Cream (Cobbler) – From My Kitchen to Yours

No politics – no issues – just one of the ultimate comfort foods

Lipstick and Laundry



The aroma of fresh, roasted or baked peaches fills my spaces with warmth and pleasure. Can you think of anything else that smells like a peach? Oranges, lemons, and limes smell citrusy. Apples carry the scent of clean green or crisp honey. The bouquet of  strawberries and blueberries melt together into a sweet nosegay of light essence and sugar.

How do you describe the fragrance of a peach? If you have one, grab it and put it under your nose. Do you recognize that scent?

I call it Eau de nostalgia.

~~Peach butter bubbling on grandma’s stove after another successful harvest–a mixture of sugar, cinnamon and juicy golden orange and yellow flesh.

~~Plump butts lined in rows of a crate boasting the graphics Colorado Peaches that mama bought from the grocery store–she had to order them weeks ahead of time.

~~Peeling the fuzzy from the juicy and seeing…

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Nature’s Geometry: An Introduction to Phi Pattern Paradise

Life, spirals, and numbers

Lipstick and Laundry

“I wonder at the starry pattern in the sky
Are they little pieces of moon which want to fly..?”
Munia Khan


Calculus, algebra, and trigonometry. In high school, these were the subjects I was told (and believed) I would never master. Though my mind migrated to right-brain dalliances, I took every advanced math class offered because it was a challenge. Even when I quizzed out of college Trig and received a math scholarship, I still believed that I was “terrible at math.”

As I’ve gotten older, I can see that my self-assessment wasn’t entirely true. I am drawn to patterns, numbers, anagrams, repetition, and formulas–especially in nature.

Nature's Geometry: A Phi Pattern Paradise

Meet Mr. Phi ^^^

He’s the little dude who inspired this story. Note his (her?) shell ridges and symmetry. Now, look at the white marks scoring her (his?) body. If we were to measure the distance between each terraced ridge or…

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