Mary Beth Writes

I wrote this (below) four years ago and I think I never posted it anywhere.  I bet I thought I needed to write more.

Just found it and I still love the story.

Happy Weekend Before Christmas

Sometimes I have so much to say and sometimes it’s Monday.

I read part of an essay this weekend.

In the essay, a woman goes to a young Fitness Coach. The coach asks the 50-ish woman to rate her sense of her fitness on a scale of 1-10, 10 being excellent. The woman thinks a while. She got up before 6AM that day, made breakfast for her family, got the kids off to school, went to her job, and ran up and down the stairs at work because the elevator was too slow. She says, “Oh, I don’t know, maybe an 8 or 9?”

The younger woman looks at the older woman with incomprehension written across her face. Who rates themselves as good BEFORE they take on a Self-Improvement program??

The older woman thinks to herself, “I don’t need this,” and goes home.

I bet the story isn’t even true, but I love it.

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Great way to start Saturday morning! This is great!

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Love, two days later.

As some of you know it was an unromantically large number of years ago when Len gave me flowers. (The story is here.) 

The next morning, he drove me home on his way to work (read the first article if you have forgotten how why I spent the night at his house and in his bed…)

He ignored me for a day while I rested and recuperated in my apartment.

#UTLAStrong!

My niece Susan is a speech therapist educator in the Los Angeles public schools. She is on strike and I am proud to be in her family. Teachers are the foundation of everything else we all do. For most of the skills most of us depend on to live our lives - If no one teaches you, you don’t know.   

Some Unrelated Observations 12/31/18

I'm working on some big projects lately, so here are some small thoughts along the way. 

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Mansfield Park is Jane Austen’s weirdest novel. Jane-Readers love Jane because her best characters are bright women stuck in situations too small for them. Their observations are bitingly perceptive; you see their inner spirit and you identify, identify, identify.

I’m amazed at critics who think that those of us who love Jane Austen are not-quite-evolved humans; how can we love a book about a girl in a big dress catching her man?

A Small, True Christmas Eve Story

Christmas Eve is when we remember that we are capable of wonder and astonishment. It is a day for unexpected light and warmth, for animals who speak, and for people who thought no one was looking - becoming the center of a love story.

Four Days Up North

If you click into the icon that's right here, you can read my take on our recent small vacation to northern Wisconsin. We hiked - and took photos!  Pictures are by both of us, though a lot of the most astounding ones are from Len and his 10-year old Nikon. 

Missionary Types in the Mississippi Watershed in the 1600’s. Oh yeah.

Happy All Saints Day.

Today (though it will probably be yesterday by the time I get this written) we are going to discuss Catholic missionary types who proselytized Mississippi watershed country in the mid-to-late 1600’s.

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