Pamela Moran

noreply@blogger.com (Pamela Moran) — Fri, 15 Feb 2013 00:47:00 +0000

Love, Laughter and Romance ...

... the world needs more of all three.

Oh, and more books. ;o)

Words

noreply@blogger.com (Pamela Moran) — Fri, 08 Jun 2012 18:51:00 +0000

... With Friends by Pamela Moran

As a writer, I readily admit I’m in love with words. It’s probably no surprise to anyone reading this that I’m addicted to Words With Friends aka bastardized Scrabble. What might be surprising is that I’ve only recently discovered this cell phone app and I only have two people I’m willing to play against. I flat out refuse to give my ‘handle’ to anyone else.

The fact Words comes with it’s own special ring-tone to alert me that it’s my turn bothers the tar out of me, especially since it’ll drive me batty until I check and see who played and how many points they scored.

Pathetic.

I come from a long line of serious Scrabble players. Some of my fondest memories center around Mom’s kitchen table, the board full of tiles and all the laughter, the groans. If Grannie was around, we’d have to play until she won. Literally. She was good – she won quite often, but couldn’t stand to call it a night unless she’d won that final game before bed. Never occurred to any of us to throw the game, either. Competitive? Maybe a little. She hated those three letter words plays, both the ones we played when there was nothing else, and the ones we’d sneak in to connect other letters on the board. She’d be so disgusted – doesn’t give anyone else a place to play, she’d grouse and complain.

Hmmm, wasn’t that the idea, Grannie? Of course, then she’d go and score off everyone else’s three letter words and use every single letter in her tray.

This blog post has been rattling around in my head for awhile now, but I was sidetracked by my grandmother’s death last month. We lost Mom a few years ago and while my sister and I still play when I visit, I’m finding myself a bit melancholy for days we won’t ever get back. The general consensus is that Grannie and Mom are playing Scrabble even as I type this and that it’s just too close a game to call.

Of course, they could be playing Yahtzee - I bet there’s an app for that, too.

Renewal

noreply@blogger.com (Pamela Moran) — Sat, 31 Mar 2012 18:37:00 +0000

Renewal

Crab Apple Blossoms -- P. Moran

Spring has arrived, more or less. This last weekend dumped four inches of fresh snow across my yard, but the buds on my lilac bushes are getting plumper and the ones on my peach tree are beginning to open, the pale fuzz hinting at the beauty of the rich pink blooms to come. All of this feels like such a promise, that after Winter’s dark nights of long sought after dreams, Spring will bring the bright days of renewed hope.

The dark and inherent coldness of Winter is what makes January a good time for reflection. For all those hard, internal questions of where am I, where it is I want to go. To ask myself what’s important, to dig deep for the answers to what, in the long run, makes striving for those goals so worthwhile.
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With the subtle shift between the seasons, my neighbor’s daffodils pushing through the snow and shaking off Winter’s inertia, I find there’s a shift inside me, a shift in my thinking, my attitude, my dreams. For me, Winter’s end had brought a crushing dash to my preconceived goals, but with Spring I’m finding different opportunities I hadn’t bothered to investigate with enough depth. There’s a flutter in my belly and I’m again excited about the possibilities for the future.

Spring is about action. About energy, about movement.

Renewal.

Renewed goals. Renewed direction. Renewed energy.

Like the buds of my persistent lilac bush and peach tree, what kind of action are you taking to achieve those goals you set for yourself in January? Are you ready to stake that dream, to expend that energy on what it is you want in your life? Is there a willingness to sweep away the clutter of last fall’s dead leaves, to get down into the dirt to till and fertilize the soil of your dreams? Are you going to give that new growth every opportunity to shake off Winter’s harsh hold? To thrive?

Renewal.

What do you see renewing in your life this Spring?

Resolutions

noreply@blogger.com (Pamela Moran) — Tue, 17 Jan 2012 02:39:00 +0000

Resolutions don't work if you're looking for a quick fix, you have to be in for the long haul. Otherwise you may as well be picking lint from your belly-button.