Pauline Baird Jones

  • Quick Reacting, Start Acting

    When you hear the words “poison ivy,” does the song start inside your head? Just in case it didn’t, here it is on YouTube: And yes, that was evil. But Monday does that to me. I was tooling around the hubs’ Flickr feed looking for blog post inspiration and saw the poison ivy photo. I…

  • Accused of being an Optimist!

    November is all about being grateful, at least in my world. Yeah, there is some Christmas shopping, but mostly it’s a heightened awareness of the things that go right, and me trying not to dwell in the emotional desert when things don’t go quite right. Count your blessings is such a cliche that sometimes we…

  • The Unexpected

    Even though I wake up in the morning feeling like I got pooped over a cliff, I still expect good things from my days (once I get past that painful wake-up period). This causes me to question my own sanity, because most day do not end up like I expected. Sometimes it’s an unexpected place…

  • Looking Down the Barrel & Finding Hope

    There are days when getting out of bed is an act of courage. Now when I think about what I could be facing—wars, pestilence, Mother Nature—waking with a cold is not a huge tragedy. It sucks, of course, but no, not a tragedy. One of our kids’ favorite books was Did I Ever Tell You…

  • On Sunsets and Hope

    When I was a little girl, the setting sun was a really large clock of sorts, indicating that play time was about to end. If we didn’t straggle home voluntarily, then the summons to supper, bath and bed would come from our Mom. Sometimes with a lot of emphasis. I loved summers, because the sun…