I was looking for a recipe for marshmallows yesterday, and was surprised they contain gelatin. I don’t eat gelatin because it contains animal parts, and the vegan marshmallows are about five bucks a bag. It made me noodle around online to see what else I was eating that I, per my personal reasons, don’t.
Continue reading “At Least I Can Still Have Tacos. Day 439.”Tag: 543
Only Five Things. Day 438.
If dating is in my future, it would have to be with someone who:
- loves animals and isn’t afraid of getting dog hair on their pants.
- is ok not living with me.
- wants to camp at least once a year.
- is OK with my quirky eating habits.
My Roger Maze. Day 437.
Yesterday, I spoke of the documentary, Stutz, and how I am using some of the magnificent tools I learned from it to ease my moods. The handiest of the handful of them, to me, is the maze, and I have several.
Continue reading “My Roger Maze. Day 437.”Stutz. Day 436.
Jonah Hill attempts to turn the tables on his therapist, Phil Stutz, a sweet and funny therapist in a new Netflix documentary called Stutz. It is dark, light, and intriguingly informative. I will use a couple tools I learned by watching it for life, even though the movie was less than two hours.*
Continue reading “Stutz. Day 436.”Another Maescribes Service. Day 435.
Google reviews can ruin a business. Today I write for Maescribes and tell how I can help you protect your brand.
One Step at a Time. Day 434.
I have not been having the most success stuffing myself into my favorite coral dress with the polka dots. It sits in my closet waiting patiently for me to lay off the extra butter and chocolate chip cookie bars.
Continue reading “One Step at a Time. Day 434.”Looking Back. Day 433.
The other day was a busy one around here and I didn’t have much time or free mind space to write something, so I searched my past blog posts for a good one to share.
When I repost something, even though I wrote it, I read it again to be sure it’s perfect. (It’s debilitating at times.) Comparing the past posts to my current writing, I noticed some great improvement in my writing, and saw some words I used or formatting that I simply didn’t like.
I suppose writing every day is like exercising. It’s a cool thing to do this 543-day writing for Roger, but it’s also cool that I am learning because of it, practicing and growing.
No Present Clarity. Day 432.
I’m writing an important article for someone, which I will share at a later date. It’s consuming my thoughts and creativity, so new material is not coming to me. For now, in an attempt to clear my mind to think of something to write about, I am listening to music. What I am mentally capable of now is sharing a few songs that are new to me or have been hiding for some time. They’ve been on repeat for about a week. Hopefully this will be a helpful share. (Be sure to find the edited version that works for you. Some may not fit your ears.):
Continue reading “No Present Clarity. Day 432.”An Ode to Cast Iron: Recipe Included. Day 431.
I haven’t named my cast iron pan, the one that held the home fries with extra onions, and the one that was left in the sink for two whole days.
Continue reading “An Ode to Cast Iron: Recipe Included. Day 431.”Happy Veterans Day. Day 430.
USMC. Day 429.
Happy birthday, dearest Marine Corps. I love you.
I Am Jack. Day 428.
Oh, the things I have started that are now sitting in the corners of my round brain, nestled in their own plastic Walmart bins just waiting and hoping I return to them.
Continue reading “I Am Jack. Day 428.”Nobody Says My Name. Day 427.
Unless we have company at the house, or I drive out to the beach to see people I know, people don’t say my name. The boys call me Mom so I will go days or even weeks before I hear a person say my first name.
Continue reading “Nobody Says My Name. Day 427.”He Cut His Hair. Day 426.
“I think I want to cut my hair,” Baylee said to me about a month ago.
I laughed, then looked at him and noticed his serious face. “Please just think about it for a few weeks. It took you two years to grow it,” I said.
Continue reading “He Cut His Hair. Day 426.”Weird Light. Day 425.
After 48 years on Earth, I still become confused twice a year when we change the clocks.
Continue reading “Weird Light. Day 425.”It’ll Pass. Day 424.
“Look at this cool photo I found of Wolcott,” I told Baylee. It’s of our front porch, patriotic blue church bench with burlap pillows cornered just right, and herbs hanging to dry.
Continue reading “It’ll Pass. Day 424.”Good Day Yesterday. Day 423.
Yesterday was a really good day. I drove to the beach to have breakfast with Tyler and Deaven, saw some friends from my job at Treasure Realty, and dropped off some business cards for Maescribes.
Continue reading “Good Day Yesterday. Day 423.”I Found His Journal. Day 422.
I was in the storage shed yesterday, clearing out room to get to a dresser. I lifted blue bin after blue bin, some dark some light, all heavy. I couldn’t help but open each one after I set it down and pop open the top.
Continue reading “I Found His Journal. Day 422.”My First Client! Day 421.
I had my first client for Maescribes! I wrote a property description for a house that is for sale.
It was and still is surreal to send someone an invoice for something I did, for a business I created, for a dream I never thought I would fulfill, yet here I am, doing it like Nike.
All the support I am still receiving is granting me some extra confidence, and I am grateful. For now, I need a moment. Just a short one, though, because I have work to do.
420. Day 420.
Why do we fight against legalizing marijuana so much? Is it simply a political bargaining tool to keep in their navy blue suit pockets, maybe to entice voters, to use as a pawn to get something else? Do people really still believe it should not be legal? I mean, do people actually, in their hearts, believe it? What do they think will change with a vote to legalize it? People won’t start smoking weed because it becomes legal, and the benefits of it are numerous.
Continue reading “420. Day 420.”A Maescribes Service. Day 419.
Maescribes is moving along! Here is another service I provide:
Would You Tell Me? Day 418.
“Oh!” Baylee said. “Now I see the onions.”
Continue reading “Would You Tell Me? Day 418.”Sherry’s Back! Day 417.
Roger’s sister is back in North Carolina to stay! After much thought and consideration, and many emotions and sleepless nights for her, she has decided to start her life over, and single-handedly did all she needed to do to start fresh.
Continue reading “Sherry’s Back! Day 417.”I Have So Much . . . Day 416.
. . . to tell you all, but you’ll have to wait.
No Infinity. Day 415.
If infinity doesn’t exist, then what’s beyond it?
Infinity. Day 414.
It exists, and it’s unsettling.
Asking For a Friend. Day 413.
Do you ever wish there was one person who you could tell everything to? One who wouldn’t send you away? One who listened without judging? One who wouldn’t worry too much about your venting?
Roger was that person to me. For me. He didn’t share my thoughts with others. He knew when I was saying things I didn’t mean just to release some hot steam. He was safe.
It was a once-in-a-lifetime gift to me, and although I appreciate that I had it, I sure do miss it. I’m a little puffier these days, filled with thoughts and even dreams I just can’t spill. One day I will get to share with him again, and although I don’t want that day to come anytime soon, when it does, I will be weightless enough to fly.
Base: A 2020 COVID Repost. Day 412.
On March 8th, I woke up in the middle of the night as I usually do and noticed the time was 1:53 AM. I decided to stay awake (like I had a choice in that matter) and see what it looks like when the time changes for Daylight Savings. I watched it go to 1:55 then closed my eyes. When I opened them again, it was 1:59 so I waited. I focused on not closing my eyes again. Next thing I knew, I saw 3:00. The hour was completely gone and with no celebration. It mirrored my life.
Continue reading “Base: A 2020 COVID Repost. Day 412.”I Took Him for Granted. Day 411.
We all take our people for granted. Our homes, our pups, our favorite coffee mug, our everything.
Continue reading “I Took Him for Granted. Day 411.”Hard to Feed Them. Day 410.
It is almost impossible to feed all of my boys one meal. We all eat so differently! Although it can be a pain, I am grateful and proud that they have chosen their diets on their own. Like I said before, if they don’t like it, I don’t make them eat it. Taste buds are made for a reason.
Continue reading “Hard to Feed Them. Day 410.”Chapter One. Day 409.
She raised her unmanicured brows. Maybe it would finally help her open her eyes. She lifted her weary and warm left hand to take off her air mask. Her tank was empty anyway, but the alarms on it would not shut up. High and low bell sounds rattled and screamed into her ears, slowly passing by her charred, numb lobes, the same ones that wore her mother’s diamonds at her cousin’s wedding last year, the same ones that felt hot then warm then hot again after they were pierced by her mother’s alcohol-soaked sewing needle when she was little.
Continue reading “Chapter One. Day 409.”I’ve Been Hushed. Day 408.
I opened my Facebook this morning to see what the world was up to, and noticed a notification that my latest post was taken down because it goes against “Community Standards.”
Continue reading “I’ve Been Hushed. Day 408.”Pretty. Day 407.
“She’s so pretty.”
“You are pretty.”
“You’re still pretty.”
“You want to look pretty for the dance.”
“Is she pretty?”
Continue reading “Pretty. Day 407.”Maescribes is Rolling! Day 406.
When Your Trendiness Stops. Day 405.
People share memes and jokes about dads and their faded blue jeans and white New Balance sneakers that are stained green from mowing the lawn.
Continue reading “When Your Trendiness Stops. Day 405.”HBD. Day 404.
Happy birthday to my Nana today. She would have been 97. October 16, 1925. Cheers!
A Good Bra. Day 403.
“Always make sure you have a good bra, Teresa Mae,” Nana has said to me a time or forty.
Continue reading “A Good Bra. Day 403.”Fiction. Day 401.
A very talented classmate from years ago reached out to me to say hello. It’s funny how something like that has the ability to trigger memories deep inside you that have been dozing for some time, hidden in a brain closet. Actually, it’s been in a seven-year slumber, waiting impatiently to be released. The beast that was nudged is this thing called fiction.
Continue reading “Fiction. Day 401.”Pros and Cons. Day 400.
I was born and raised in Massachusetts until I married a Marine when I was 21. I stayed in NC, even seven years after Roger passed, then decided to move back “home” to Massachusetts. That didn’t work so we moved back “home” to North Carolina. Both states have a piece of my heart, and if you placed them gently on a metal balance, it would be quite even, but the list of pros and cons is long.
Continue reading “Pros and Cons. Day 400.”One Year of 543! Day 365.
Today marks one year of my 543-day writing journey for Roger. One year! Click HERE to read all about it.
Continue reading “One Year of 543! Day 365.”
Teresa Forester Adams 