I’m grateful and humbled by all the warm birthday wishes I received today. Aside from deeper laugh lines, wilder gray hairs, and more time spent in sneakers than high heels, I’m thankful for the following which keeps me recharged, tuned in, and willing to praise each new day: love, knowledge, grace, forgiveness, health, energy, ambition, and laughter
The biggest things I strive for in these middle years is to keep moving, focusing, connecting, dreaming, playing, and praying. In a hurried world, it’s easy for me to neglect these birthday wishes for myself, but I thank God for another year and day to give it a go. Green light!
I hope to do my best to carefully sow and grasp the nature of the moment and fully glow and grow in it. I try to embrace challenges and stages of change in myself and others. The discarded calendar pages and infinitely made-over clock face prove change is the only permanent constant we have besides death. With each fleeting breath, my greatest wish is to transform and discover a softer wingspan one to help me and my soul glide along more presently, pleasantly, and peacefully. May each tomorrow grant a metamorphosis that floats all of us further than where we are today.
Born on date: 9/23/72 — Still having fun like a kid on the Fourth of July!
Happy Earth Day! It is with great pleasure that I wish to disclose to Pennsylvanians that we are going to be graced by spring before summer of 2018. There are still mixed messages about the exact date blooms will start AND continue to grow though, but keep the faith!
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!
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”→
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.
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.
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.
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 wrote this last year for the 50th anniversary of It’s The Great Pumpkin Charlie Brown. I still believe in the powerful, realistic messages of this classic cartoon. This was one of my favorite posts to write.
I have loved the creation of Charles M. Schulz’s Peanuts ever since I can remember. Growing up in the 70’s, I was a ready-made fan of Charlie Brown, Snoopy, Linus, and the rest of the gang. Before I was old enough to even read the comic strip, I was delighted by the holiday television specials. My favorite has always been It’s the Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown.