The Nice Thing About Strangers
Creative Non-Fiction Short Stories. :) Travel, Oldsters, Love, and Compassion.
Saturday-Ja-Vu: Shimmy in the Suburbs
Dancers at a Hair Products Show in Budapest, Hungary. (Blurry in order to be PG-rated)
Heading home, I began to worry that I might run out of stories–or that my stories may not be as interesting when they all took place in English. I stocked up on over a week of observations while in airports and airplanes. I still have a box full of journals with untapped tales. Yet, I think that writing this blog has also made nice things jump out at me. It’s my natural inclination to look for the good, but now I have lazer-like focus on the people around me. I thought I’d re-blog a story most readers hadn’t seen. If Mom keeps plying me with Welcome Home Zucchini Bread (Mom is awesome!), I may be set for a lot of time among retirees on fitness endeavors. May they always be as sassy as this group of ladies. –Happy Saturday!
Fearless Zumba Septuagenarians!
The Nice Thing About Strangers 
My dear friend, I don’t think that you could ever run out of stories….your life is one BIG adventure. Thank you for sharing it with us…
That sweet comment put tears in my eyes! 🙂 Thank you so much!
I haven’t a doubt — the interest and high quality of stories will remain.
Thanks so much! I hope so! Perhaps it means I’ll just have to seek out local adventures…
What Clanmother said.
Thanks so much, Rebecca. I’ll do my best. There are oldsters everywhere and they seem a goldmine for my imagination!
As long as you keep your curiosity, you’ll never run out of stories to tell.
I wouldn’t worry about running out of stories. As long as you keep showing up at the page, you’ll be just fine. 🙂
Yes, I can find myself easily driven by habit, guilt, and readers! Thanks for the encouragement!
I just really like the upbeat tone! I have journals full of tales too, btw.
The journals! They lurk! Thankfully, I’ve managed to navigate through quite a few for the blog. 🙂