[blogcount num=60] A debilitating fear has set in. I’ve talked about this 30-day trip to Paris now for over a year. I’ve saved the money. Now that it’s time to book my airline ticket, fear is literally shutting me down. Just got back from church. While having coffee in the
“In Germany the most important creative social status is given to the musician. In Italy it’s the painter. Who’s the most important creator in France? It’s the writer,” writes Elaine Sciolino in her New York Times article. I smiled as I read her words. “France boasts 2,500 bookstores, and for
Midlifebloggers.com is featuring my 30-trek through New York City. It’s bringing back a lot of wonderful memories for me. A recent comment left by one New Yorker spurred me to look through some old photos I had taken on the day I walked through her neighborhood, Washington Heights. I came
The wonderful city has 20 neighborhoods, better known as arrondissements. Starting with #1 at the city’s center, each neighborhood spirals out in a clockwise direction. The 20 areas are bound within a perimeter. Here’s a quick synopsis of each: Arrondissement #1, or Louvre as it’s called, is the most sparsely
Lorda mercy. It seems by now I would’ve learned not to get so riled up about things. Seems I would have figured out that I can’t change all the things I think need changing in this world. “Take a break, Lisa, let the young mothers do it,” a close friend
As Mother’s Day approached, I sat on my couch and glanced up at the photos of my three children. These particular photos are some of my favorite, mainly because the kids’ personalities were so perfectly captured. I had stupidly made an appointment with a photographer after school on a Friday.
Who’da known that signing on the dotted line would’ve give me a new lease on life. You see, I signed a lease today to stay in this little rental house I’ve been in for 6 months. The last few weeks have been very unsettling. The house went under contract to
I ‘closed shop’ yesterday about 4pm. It was Friday and I had a list a mile long for the weekend. You see, weekends are when I get to do my fun, ‘frilly’ stuff – like write on my blog, walk the Atlanta Beltline, and meet with my writing group .
In the 30 years I’ve lived in Atlanta, I’ve passed over this bridge dozens of times, never once considering what lies below. I can’t say where the bridge is because if the world knew, the residents here would lose their homes. As I walk past a man’s home, I can
A little over a year ago nine enraged women came into my life. I had met only one of them, Julie. The other eight were total strangers. Today I consider these women some of my best friends. Four or five of them have different color skin than I do. One
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