Why does positive energy from others help the sick? Not too long ago, my mother had neurosurgery on her neck and spine. It sounded scary and it was. My mother isn’t one who normally panics about things, even big things, so when she openly admitted to me that she was scared of going through the surgery, I was worried. I was so worried that I even asked my friends and other people I know to send my mother good vibes … Continue reading →
Why do we blame so many things on the weather? I don’t know about where you’re living, but in the U.S. Pacific Northwest, we’ve been having crazy weather lately. One day it’s warm, another day it’s cold; one day it’s raining, another day it’s snowing; sometimes we even get all these things in one day. I’d like to think this ever-changing weather pattern is the reason why I’m feeling so sluggish lately. If the weather would just be consistent, I … Continue reading →
Why is knitting just so darn relaxing? When I was a kid, both of my grandmothers taught me different knitting stitches to keep me occupied and out of trouble (my grandfathers taught me woodworking for the same reasons, but that’s a story for another time). I was knitting in the early ’80s when knitting wasn’t cool, so you could imagine how I looked in the corner of the playground huddled over my knitting needles and yarn when the rest of … Continue reading →
Why are we never satisfied with the weather? It seems like we always want what we can’t have. In one part of the U.S. with cooler temps, people are longing for some warm weather; in another part of the country with extreme heat, people are sweating away and dreaming of some relief. In the summer we wish for cool weather and a break from the heat, and in the winter we yearn for warm weather and an escape from the … Continue reading →
Why are so many people fascinated by disgusting body secretions? When I was a teenager, puberty was not the most kind to me, forcing me to make zit-squeezing a hobby of mine. While I didn’t enjoy having breakouts on my face, I got a strange pleasure out of popping pimples, especially if they shot out onto the bathroom mirror (something that irritated my mother to no end). I’m not going to contest that it was a disgusting enterprise, and to … Continue reading →