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Welcome to my narrative horizon about our wacky, wondrous world. There’s no pattern to my inspiration, so my pieces range from silly and mundane to serious and heartfelt. Here I share true, slice of light pieces about family, friendship, dogs, womanhood, health and wellness, wine, education, shopping, shoes, spirituality, reading, writing, entertainment, the moon, the sun and anything else under our sky.

I am a high energy, middle-age active woman who is constantly on the move. Filled calendar pages give me pleasure and purpose, but they also stress me out and make me more scattered than your average part-time sunshine. The older, busier, and more disorganized I get, the more I need to recharge in order to relax and refocus.

This blog gives me a chance to take a timeout to savor life, collect scattered memories, highlight sunny moments, and unclog cloudier ones. I seek balance, meaning, hope, and laughter that I’ll spread like PB&J through my stories.

My professional, home, and social fronts keep me hustling while giving me stories. I am a full-time high school English teacher, mother to two adolescent daughters, pet owner to two furry dogs, wife to one witty husband, relative to many loves, and friend to those who embrace my friendship.

I’m also a part-time sunshine who strives to be lively, bright, lighthearted, and comforting. Oh how I wish I could make my sunshine status full-time, but no can do. When the sunshine zest is too exhausting, and warmth becomes a scorcher, I lose the chipper optimism you’d expect from someone with nicknames like Sunshine or Sunny D. It can be a cockadoodle-dodo world, so being constantly happy and smiley while being honest and genuine is a trick I’d like to master.

For now, I’m a part-time sunshine, at best. When frazzled, my daily mission is to dazzle and find some extra beaming reason to smile and share why.  Random rays and small warm shimmers are the best, like double rainbows at a wedding, a greeting card among the bills in my mailbox, or a spotless bedroom cleaned by my daughters (who jest that this blog should be called Full-Time Nut Job, Part-Time Sunshine.)

I invite you to follow me on my horizon.  There’s a chance of sunshine (and a handful of nuttiness) in it for you, yours, and everyone else under the sky.

Shine on!

 

Posted in Father Time, Mother Nature, Shadows and Black Clouds, Spirtuality, Sunshine and Happiness

Wolf Moon, Morning Boon, Grateful Dead Croon (Parts II and III)

This is a three part post.  If you missed it, here is Part I.  Below are parts II and III (where things get brighter).  Shine on!

 

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Months had slipped by since we had last spoken, so her unexpected, morning call alarmed me.  “Margie?  Is that you?” I inquired. Continue reading “Wolf Moon, Morning Boon, Grateful Dead Croon (Parts II and III)”

Posted in Father Time, Mother Nature, Shadows and Black Clouds, Spirtuality, Sunshine and Happiness

Wolf Moon, Morning Boon, Grateful Dead Croon – Part I

 

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On January 2, 2018, I took down my 2017 Bruce Springsteen calendar and reflected on the past year. That eve, I thumbed through the pictures of The Boss and pages of my celebrations, holidays, events, and milestones. I wish I could report that I reminisced with a cup of cheer and shouted a “New Year, New Me” proclamation, but you can scratch that from the script. Instead, I continued brooding over last year’s heartaches, the ones I’d erase if only I penciled them in. I ended up building a bridge for unscheduled griefs and leftover letdowns to crossover to and stain my new Peanuts Gang, “Happiness is…” calendar.   Continue reading “Wolf Moon, Morning Boon, Grateful Dead Croon – Part I”

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We Miss you, Dear Dog: Goodbye to our Golden Girl, Italia.

Today marks the year anniversary of losing our beloved Italia. We continue to miss her and take comfort in the memory of the unconditional love and friendship she gave us. May her Memory Be Eternal!

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img_9516She was my 10.5-year-old furry best girl. She moved a little slower, barked less, listened harder, chased less, and paced more, especially when given a bone that she carried, guarded, hid, found, savored, and so on. She snored intensely, like a drunken crew of grandpas dreaming of fishing trips.  Although she played less, she still wagged the feathers of her perfectly fluffy and pristine tail everyday.  More than any of that, our glory girl loved effortlessly, without limits. 

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Posted in Father Time, Relationships, Wacky World

I Trashed the Neighborhood: Part II

This is the culmination of my previous post:  I Trashed the Neighborhood.   I told my girls I had to go next door for a moment.  They asked why, and I told them I might have done something inappropriate and needed to find out if I got caught….

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I stepped onto my front porch and paused to take in my surroundings. Our garbage man still hadn’t shown up.  The “vacationing” neighbor kids rode their bikes up and down their driveway, passing the cushion stuffed trash can again and again. Were they guarding it? Continue reading “I Trashed the Neighborhood: Part II”

Posted in Father Time, Holidays, Wacky World

I Trashed the Neighborhood

Wednesdays are special days in my neighborhood.  It’s the day that Marc “Somebody” stops by to clean out a little corner of my world.  He painlessly rids us of the grime, goo, and waste that fits into our 96 gallon trash receptacle.  He does this weekly, before the birds sing. Oh how I love garbage day!

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After recently cleaning out our basement, I donated “treasures” to the Salvation Army and an excessive amount of trash to Marc’s truck.  Dumping all those bags made me feel like Santa when he tosses sacks of toys into his sleigh.  The basement overhaul required two Wednesday visits from Marc. I was tempted to bag up the rest of the junk and spread the holiday cheer into each of my neighbors’ cans.  I stopped myself though, remembering an incident that happened years ago with the family next door. Continue reading “I Trashed the Neighborhood”

Posted in Holidays, Inspiration, Relationships

Thank you for Being a Friend

With just a few hours left of this long weekend of gratitude highlighting Thanksgiving 2017, I give thanks to you and yours who have been a part of my life yesterday, today, and will still be here tomorrow. Above all else, I’m grateful for God’s design of humanity, and giving me so many glorious choices of people to connect with.

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Posted in Holidays, Shopping, Teenagers, Uncategorized

Shopping Secret Revealed: White Wednesday, When Pure Retail Wishes Come True

Tales from a Part-Time Sunshine

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Whoa!  There certainly are a lot of retail events that keep materializing for the Christmas season shopper. The biggest ones I’m aware of are Black Friday (day after Thanksgiving), Cyber Monday (the Monday after Thanksgiving), and Green Monday (a couple Mondays before Christmas).  Of these three, Black Friday is the one that draws hordes of customers into actual stores.  The others are online shopping days which are perfect for me, a revolutionized .com-customer.  

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Posted in Family, Holidays, Inspiration

Thank you Veterans for your Service to America

Frank T. Snyder, my father, was a man who valued family and brotherhood, and it’s no wonder, since he was the baby of nine boys.  

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Frank T. Snyder – Army 1952

Their father, Janko Petrovich, immigrated from Croatia to America as a young man who wanted to give his family the streets of diamonds Eastern Europeans (and many others) were promised.  My grandfather was advised on his boat ride over to Americanize his richly ethnic, beautiful name for his family’s future in this country, so he entered America as John Snyder.

A changed name didn’t change the Snyder boys’ merit, contributions, or devotions to community, country, and church.  As young men, all nine extended their band of brotherhood patriotically by serving their country in all four military branches.  

In fact, several of the Snyders served in different branches at the same time during WWII. This was an extremely unusual circumstance, since there had been an unwritten embargo placed by the government that prohibited more than a few brothers to be in the service during war times.  Somehow, they got through this protective red tape and bravely served simultaneously; thankfully, all returned home safely and honorably.

My father was stationed with the Army in England at the tail end of the Korean War. Thank you to everyone who has, does, and will serve our country with loyalty, dedication, and patriotism.  

I’m proud to be an American!

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