Last year, as I was planning for this new phase in my life, I made a list of things I wanted to do, activities I wanted to try. One item that soon made its way to the top of the list was “education, classes, workshops.”

Ever since college, I’ve had a real love of learning.

While in school, buried in term papers and projects, I promised myself that one day I would take classes just for the sheer joy of learning about things that I was interested in, with no worry about grades or papers.

Over the years, I’ve taken a class here and there, which only served to wet my appetite.
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The weather here in Southern California has been warm and beautiful the past week or so. The wildflowers have burst upon the scene and all manner of blooms are taking center stage. Case in point – my entryway arbor vine has exploded.

Although cooler temperatures are on the way, with the current warm temps and blue skies, I’m craving everything Spring – including clothes. View Post

The title of this post was squealed by my sister amidst much laughter while playing a game of cards. When she won, with joyful righteousness, she waved her arms in the air to proclaim her victory. At the exact moment that her arms were waving their delight, she squealed, “don’t look at my arms, don’t look at my arms.” Of course, her husband and I laughed hysterically, as did she, but her angst at her jiggling arms being witnessed by others (who love her dearly, by the way) was something I completely understood and could relate to. View Post