A Glowing Reminder
The mayo jar blinked like a stop light after midnight. I was 10 years old and reveled in harvesting fireflies. The bioluminescent flash of these insects mesmorized me. Without remorse, I would smear their dayglow nubbins on random objects, even my own arms, to...
More Life Outside of OysterBed7
If you saw yesterday’s post, I shared about our Alaskan cruise. Today, will be random shares. The rest of our life is probably not much different from yours. This is the view to and from our front door! Come on in! This is my office/spare bedroom. Notice...
Happy 2nd Blogversary, OysterBed7
Happy 2nd blogversary, OysterBed7! What I have to offer this year is nothing like the juicy revelation of last anniversary when I shared my whole entire identity, including the identity of my husband, since we are halves of the same whole. I also shared 25...
Divine Paradox of Generosity
“It’s all about you, Babe.” During our worst season of marriage, this might have been said with sarcasm during an argument, meaning the other was being selfish. Not knowing the context of this phrase, it is easy to hear a snarky tone and visualize...


