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Susan Dromey Heeter is a writer from Dover who recently let her hair go au natural white. Writing has been her passion since her English majoring days at the University of Massachusetts in Amherst. Dromey Heeter has lived in The Netherlands, Alaska and currently basks in all things New England, including the frigid winters. An avid swimmer, Dromey Heeter’s great passion is to bring back body surfing as most children have no idea how to ride waves without ridiculous boogie boards.
I have a good friend who categorizes events, visits, meetings by the measurement of gum. Yes, the kind of gum you chew, chomp, blow bubbles with. When she’s got a short meet up, that’s a Chiclet, a long chat equates to Bubblicious, a run in with a friend might be measured as a Big Red.
What is sacred to you? Land, rituals, a special lipstick? Do tell, musers, as I share with you my musings upon all that is sacred to me today, now, here.
In the October edition of Vogue magazine, there is an article about walking. It’s called, “Walk This Way” – and celebrates the “basic form of exercise being lauded anew.”
I heard a story from one of my students this week about how one of her chickens had been scooped up by an eagle.
I celebrate a most photogenic dog, I celebrate his prowess for super modeling, for working the mood, for always being a willing subject.
It’s pretty amazing to be an educator and to those of you reading this who have spent the last weeks getting prepared for the myriad of minds returning to their seats, I muse joyfully you will have the endurance and vitality to not only survive this year, but to thrive.
Aunt Mary laughed and had brown eyes the size of saucers that were occasionally enhanced by a scotch or two or three or four.
When I visit my friend, Anne in Newbury, Massachusetts, I like to keep things simple: no great fanfare, no complicated plans, no agenda that requires reservations or a parking slip
Today I muse joyfully on the mural in progress on the wall of the Salvation Army in Rochester.
Today I muse joyfully on an organized closet. I threw out and sorted, I tossed and I donated.