“To dance is to live.” Snoopy I love to dance more than any other person on earth. I danced from the moment I could walk-all the way to Radio City Music Hall. For a moment, I was a Rockette, for all my life, I’ve been a dancer. But, after dancing…
Author: karensburns
Time to Say Something Else
I’m a mother of two teenage girls. Life continually proves to be harder than I expected. Body/Image dysmorphia seems to be an inherited condition – in an attempt to break the chain – the first written words to undo misconceived perceptions. Dear Hannah and Talia, Lately it has become apparent…
Press Next Before You Start
Pointing to the touch screen in front of me, the pharmacist said “You have to press next before you start.” Really? Next is before the beginning? This is what we have come to. Not – “Live in the moment.” “Seize the day.” But rather, “ignore the moment, because it has…
A Moment to Rain Dance
How often do we take a moment to play? Not often enough, I think. //www.youtube.com/get_player
The Science of Laundry
I like work; it fascinates me. I can sit and look at it for hours. I love to keep it by me; the idea of getting rid of it nearly breaks my heart. Jerome K. Jerome Laundry multiplies like rabbits when left alone. It can debilitatingly overwhelm and mesmerize even…
One Lovely Blog Award
One-lovely-blog-award Look what I got from http://unmotherlyinsights.com/ by way of: http://sometimesmeaningfulramblings.wordpress.com/ and I am more than happy to “pay it forward.” Here are my recipients in “forward-ness.” My adored DeeDee and http://www.fiddledeedee.net/ Bring the Rain http://audreycaroline.blogspot.com/ Modern Mommy Moments http://modernmommymoments.blogspot.com/ And right back at my newly adored Debra: http://unmotherlyinsights.com/ …
Blood Shed
despite appearances we are all masterpieces in grace everyone despite appearances we are all someone’s child the person tailgating us at 70 mph through the grocery store parking lot calling at 6:30 pm to sell us anything we don’t want in extremes murdering someone else’s child in cold blood or…
Who Am I First?
A mother’s identity lost in the first cry of her child. A mother’s identity found in the first smile of her child. But years later when the novelty has worn off, who does Mom become above all? Someone’s wife? ONLY A MOTHER!!!!! A Maid. A Musician. A Dancer. A Storyteller….
Only in Innocence
Only in childhood can we don a fuzzy yellow Tweedy Bird snow cap in July…in L.A. and walk into a Hallmark store to do a little browsing. Only in innocence can we wear what peaks our fancy and be thrilled with only our perception of how we look. Tea parties…