I’m working on letting go of my grudges, but my natural inclination is to hold on to them forever. Not healthy, I know, but the topic is something I’ve actually put a lot of thought into. The organized rendition of these musings is found in this article I published on Medium. Please give it aContinue reading “Veteran Grudge-Bearer Right Here”
Tag Archives: Maggie Santander
Who Is St. Ives?
My name is Ivy. It’s short enough and shouldn’t have a nickname. Still, those three letters comprise two syllables and compel the lazy to shorten them even more, but in reducing the number of syllables, they inadvertently augment the spelling into four letters: Ives. A word to the wise, I don’t like being called Ives,Continue reading “Who Is St. Ives?”
Reading, ‘Riting, but Never ‘Rithmetic
I’m a longtime voracious reader and wannabe writer (I think I’m keeping my wannabe status until I’m actually already making a decent living from writing I like to do), but Math and I have usually been at odds with each other. I used to say that I wasn’t good with numbers, except for telephone numbers,Continue reading “Reading, ‘Riting, but Never ‘Rithmetic”
Just Toiling with a Side of Fatigue and a Sprinkling of Me-Time
My daily habits include keeping on as a wife, as a mom, as a writer, as a furparent, as a wannabe-gardener, and the other roles I seem to have taken on. It’s relentless toiling until it’s too much and I get sick so I have to rest, or I feel myself getting sick and IContinue reading “Just Toiling with a Side of Fatigue and a Sprinkling of Me-Time”
Sating My Wanderlust
I’d start with Switzerland, the US of A, Canada, and Australia because we have family there, and we’d love to see them. And then, of course, there are my favorite places I’m dying to see again like Santander and Paris. Check out a couple of anecdotes I have regarding my Spain visit. I’d like toContinue reading “Sating My Wanderlust”
Getting Kinder with Age
I’m obviously very flawed, but there are some things about me that I find endearing, if I say so myself. I’m awash with harmless quirks that I think make me interesting to my kindred and just plain odd to those who are not of the race that knows Joseph (even I rolled my own eyesContinue reading “Getting Kinder with Age”
This Small Life 