About jarofpennies

I am a single mom, working from home. I write about life and all the joys and suffering that goes with truly living. Nothing good comes easy, nor should we want it to, lest we fail to appreciate its value. Peace and love to everyone everywhere. ❤️

Our First Guest


She is a lovely, sweet young Korean woman named Michelle (not her real “Canadian” name).  We met this evening and I immediately got a good feeling about her, in large part because she likes my dog.  And in small part because she hates bugs.  She would fit right in here!

But first, the requisite back story.

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Facing Forward


“If you can see your path laid out in front of you step by step, you know it’s not your path. Your own path you make with every step you take. That’s why it’s your path.”
Joseph Campbell

For as long as I am able to recall, September has marked for me the true beginning of a new year. A fresh start. A time to begin something, perhaps even reinvent myself. Anything is possible: good, bad, and just about everything in between. It is the point from which a new path may be taken and old baggage may be left behind, or at least those parcels that no longer serve me.

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heart on plate

Sometimes hunger has to be fed with love.”

My guy said this to me once, not realizing the impact it would have on my thoughts. With me, this is a regular occurrence.

Hunger and the yearning for love; are they really all that different from each other? Or are they really just the same thing, but with different imagery attached to each?

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“Save the pieces!!”

My first mosaic table

…my mother would call out to my brother and I whenever we were making a lot of noise, which was most of the time.

Every night after supper we did the dishes together, me with my hands submersed in warm soapy water nearly up to my armpits, he working a drenched dish towel over pale green Melmac plates, while we discussed things I can no longer recall.  Thankfully those plates were indestructible, since they often crashed to the floor.  But that wasn’t the point.  If anything were to be broken we knew to save the pieces, though we had no idea what for.

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How did you get here?

Path to somewhere

“Where are you from?” It’s usually the first question I ask when I meet someone new. I was once told that in some cultures it is rude to ask this; it hasn’t stopped me yet. But it’s not enough for me to merely know the “where” of a person, and so what usually follows, time permitting, is by far my favorite question to ask: “How did you get here?” In my experience, it is the best way to get to know a person.

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On Starting Over


Such a tricky thing, at my age, starting over.

When so many others only a few years older are anticipating retirement, here I am, a middle aged single parent, contemplating a new career and, quite possibly, a new business.

Insanity seems a very real explanation. Mid-life reassessment? Most definitely. The process is, without a doubt, frightening, exciting, confusing, frustrating, and somewhat more challenging that they would have you believe.

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