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Jun 28 Published in writing, tsunami, paradox, Mental Health, Little Stories, feminism, Epic things, Coaching, Books, Authors in town by Jenny Davidow | Comment (0)
Tidal Wave Dreams
by Jenny Davidow
Recurring nightmares can change.
They want to change.
Suppose there's a huge tidal wave coming toward you. The moving wall of water is
Feb 11 Published in Tarot, Santa Cruz, Reflections, Quotes, Love, Little Stories, Life Coach, inspiration, Health, facebook social media, facebook, Coaching, Business Referral, Astrology by RamblingRose | Comment (0)
Work is Love Made Visible -Anon
My father is Italian, my mother is Swedish, they met in Greece, and when my brother was a year old, they emigrated to America. While I was born in Washington DC and lived in
Oct 02 Published in Russian, Little Stories, Internet, family, Comedy, Animation by Polar Star | Comment (0)
The House That Jack Built
Aug 10 Published in Santa Cruz, More Musings, Little Stories by RamblingRose | Comment (2)
Discontent is the first step to progress
Jul 21 Published in Technology, Productivity, Personal Development, Mental Health, Little Stories, Life Coach, Internet, Geekery, Games, Drug Policy by fishodarryl | Comment (0)
My deepest, most concealed, most radical secret these days is that I am, in fact, addicted to The Sims 3. Believe me, I know it's not the hardest drug or the most self-destructive personal pursuit, but it is certainly worthy of mild concern. See, I never thought I'd be able to relate to the tech articles of yesteryear, or my mother for that matter, who can
Apr 05 Published in Little Stories by RamblingRose | Comment (2)
Martha Stewart, as I waltzed around Ross: Cross Dress for Less at our lovely River Street Plaza. There I found the most fabulous chartreuse velvet curtains, the perfect color for my front room, at an astonishing price. I languorously chose new curtain rods, my inner math geek
Mar 29 Published in Santa Cruz, More Musings, Local Business, Little Stories, Housecleaning, Health by RamblingRose | Comment (2)
Can’t seem to sleep, can’t seem to eat
Mar 11 Published in Santa Cruz, Little Stories by RamblingRose | Comment (0)
People with no TV - what the heck should we do tonight, honey? There was a long white corridor at the top of the stairs that proved to be the perfect blank canvas for this winter's kooky house project.
We decided on a four seasons theme. First we sponged a background with a fade from yellow to blue. Then we painted trunks and branches. Frosty fairies, blue
Mar 09 Published in Santa Cruz, Little Stories, Extraordinary Sights, A falcon sighting by RamblingRose | Comment (1)
It was late afternoon as we walked along the railroad tracks, the setting sun a dazzling gold ball before us. My daughter had volunteered to dog sit while a friend was out of town, and we were now returning to our cat filled abode.
A dark shadow passed in front of the sun, then swooped before us again before landing just a few feet away on the fence. Deep
Feb 23 Published in Tarot, Little Stories, Astrology by RamblingRose | Comment (0)
My fourth time over the hill in 4 days. Not a big deal to some, but more times than I've driven in probably a year. After all, I live in Santa Cruz, and why leave paradise?
Feb 21 Published in Tarot, Little Stories, Astrology by RamblingRose | Comment (2)
Feb 20 Published in Tarot, Meditation, Little Stories, Astrology by RamblingRose | Comment (0)
The Buttery before venturing off for further adventures at PantheaCon. The food at The Double Tree Hotel is not only hideously expensive, but veritably unpalatable as well, especially for kids. We loaded up our bags with avocado sandwiches, boiled eggs and organic pop tarts, little cheeses and bottles of water,
Feb 05 Published in Observations, Little Stories by ilovesweat | Comment (0)
i don't usually get bags from the market, but sometimes i do, so i can keep my food as separate as possible from my sweaty clothes, while still shoving everything in my bike bag. the paper bag seems like a nice protector from my germs, in my mind anyway. the other day i got home from trader joe's and found this little typographical error gem, thought i'd
Jan 17 Published in stuff we all need, Politics, Poems, Philosophicalpolitical musings, Personal Development, More Musings, Little Stories, Extraordinary Sights by Chris | Comment (0)
I wasn't able to sleep, and judging from the noises coming from the washer, drier and Jake's room in the wee morning hours, neither was Jake.
We both had a 4:30 AM wake-up to get the lad to SFO for his 8:05AM direct flight to Dulles airport in D.C. for his Congressional Youth Leadership Council trip to the inaguration of President number 44, Mr. Barak
Dec 02 Published in Tarot, Mental Health, Little Stories, Health, Astrology, Acupuncture Herbal Therapy by RamblingRose | Comment (0)
For almost two months now, I have been struggling for my health. Specifically, I've been struggling to get a breath. Ever since my birthday, when I was dealt a double emotional wallop, I have been doing everything in my power to regain my balance.
Every muscle hurts, as every cell feels starved for oxygen, and a deep depression has
Nov 11 Published in Tattoos, local color, Little Stories by RamblingRose | Comment (0)
Couple of folks have asked the stories behind my tattoos. I started getting inked at 18, average one a year, and now have 27 totaling about 60 hours of work from nine different artists.
I do not
Oct 17 Published in Little Stories by RamblingRose | Comment (0)
Oct 07 Published in Little Stories by RamblingRose | Comment (0)
I read this story recently:
Sep 28 Published in Little Stories by RamblingRose | Comment (0)
A man went to the hospital to have his wedding ring cut off from his dingaling.
According to the Nurse attending, the patient's girl friend found the ring in his pants pocket and she got so mad at him, she used petroleum jelly to slip the ring on his dingaling while he was asleep.
Sep 27 Published in Little Stories by RamblingRose | Comment (0)
I just had the trippiest experience. Last night as I was coming home, I noticed a dog in the middle of the street. Big white dog, bit bigger than a lab, with a brown squishy face, and deep brown eyes. A group of teenagers were telling him to go home, but it