by Joanne Wiklund We all need it, don’t we? Strange how lack of it can turn your mind into mush and your muscles into passive…
by Joanne Wiklund Dad’s advice to my brother was sage after all. Slow down, pay attention. I’ve always been a multi-tasker. Get as much done as you can…
by Joanne Wiklund Isn’t it strange how a dark rainy day can change your plans so quickly? When I woke last Monday, a heavy rain…
by Joanne Wiklund September 11 is a day that means different things to different people. But it ranks right up there with December 7, 1941.…
by Joanne WiklundToday is not just a “get the family together and grill” day. It’s Labor Day and tomorrow will be called Tuesday even though…
by Joanne Wiklund Being inside can be difficult. Jason Murz sings a children’s song with Elmo on Sesame Street. “Let’s Go Outside.” It’s wonderful. It became…
by Joanne Wiklund This time of year I reach the epitome of laziness. Or I simply run out of steam. At a time when I’m supposed…
by Joanne Wiklund A wonderful thing is a tomato, a tomato’s a wonderful thing… No wait a minute. That’s Tigger’s song. An ode to a…
by Joanne Wiklund Isn’t it funny what some people consider humor? I can’t laugh at people doing things where they get hurt. Some things are…
by Joanne Wiklund This musing comes on a special day. Our daughter’s birthday. She would have become 59 years old had she lived past 40. Musing…