Web: The information accessed via the internet.
Log: The official recording of events during a voyage by sea or air.
Blog: A shortening and combining of the term web log, referring to a webpage or site where someone writes regularly and informally about personal opinions, activities, and experiences.
My disclaimer –
Under this tab so boldly marked Blog, you’ll find little stories I’m writing from my life and imagination. Stories that may contain personal opinions, activities, and experiences, but—I don’t want to mislead you—this page simply doesn’t fit the log of my voyage by web description.
So, I’ve got an idea for a more accurate name.
Bstories.
Let me know if you like it.
Confessions of a Lunchtime Eavesdropper
I slide into a table for two, one hand holding a buzzer and my foreign language learning app in the other. Yo quiero comer pan lights up my phone screen. I want to eat bread, I translate. In the pauses between Spanish sentences, I hear two women behind me. Their table...
The Power You May Not Know You Have – Ten Fingertap Tips for Readers
So many books, so little time. That’s the message I saw on a T-shirt recently. The problem isn’t only the time it takes to read a book, either. Think about the time it can take to hunt down one specific and often elusive book to make your specific heart go pitter pat....
After the Rescue
Once upon a pleasant afternoon, three maiden sisters delighted to swim in the picturesque river winding gently through the day. Alas, the gentle winding turned perilous and the current commenced to pull terribly until the girls were in danger of drowning. As...
The Yes and the No of Love
Monday morning. Blue sky, pine trees, and thinning patchy snow set the scene. I’m the lone grandma amongst young mamas, invited here as I was by the loveliest most capable daughter-in-law anyone could pray for. There are only three of us left in the sunny parking lot,...
A Car, a Cake, and a Table
Car I blame my mom. My parents don’t argue. Never have. Not really. They have discussions, but my dad actually can’t argue with my mom. No one can. How can you argue with a person who sees the best in everyone? I remember many a backseat car ride, the winding mountain...