How the Cookie Crumbles

Life and scribbles on the far side of SIXTY-FIVE


This is long but please make the time to read this.

Step On A Crack...Or Break Your Mother's Back

“On Doomsday, I will say aloud, 
I came from the world with my heart full of hope.”

_ Zarmina     a young Afghan Poet


Zarmina’s doomsday came too soon.

If you are a Poet, a Writer, an Artist,

Take the time to read this article from the New York Times.

If you are HERE Please read this article .

As National Poetry Month is drawing to a close

I am grateful to the Poets and for my Freedom of speech.

We have a month set aside to honor our poets;

We have Every Second in which to read and write our own lives.

I will pray tonight for the Women of Afghanistan.

Peace,  Jen


Sunday, April 29, 2012 2:38 PM
The New York Times

Why Afghan Women Risk Death to Write Poetry


In a private house in a quiet university neighborhood of Kabul, Ogai Amail waited for the…

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Your Daily Survival Guide for the New Year . . .

I am giving you  a SURVIVAL  KIT  to help you each  day…

 TOOTHPICK to remind you  to pick the good qualities in everyone, including yourself.

RUBBER BAND to remind  you to be flexible.

Things might not  always go the way you want, but it can be worked out.
BAND-AID to remind you to heal hurt feelings, either yours or someone else’s.
ERASER to remind you  everyone makes mistakes. That’s okay, we learn by our errors.
CANDY KISS … to remind you everyone needs a hug or a compliment everyday.
MINT to remind you  that you are worth a mint to your family & Me.
BUBBLE GUM … to remind you to stick with it and you can accomplish anything.
PENCIL to remind you to list your blessings every day.
 TEA BAG to remind  you to take time to relax daily and go over that list of God’s  blessings.

This is what makes life worth living every minute, every day!
Disclaimer: The credit is NOT mine. I am not the author of this Survival Guide. I thought it was cute enough to post from an e-mail I received recently. Every little bit helps!



I’m trying to understand something. It’s nothing especially noteworthy but I found it a bit facinating anyway. I feel there’s no other way to bring it up but to simply jump right in. Feet first. Eyes open. Devil may care.

Why is it that we ladies love drinking our wine? I’m not talking only of North Americans. I’ve entertained females from Japan, for example, who twitter, smile widely and perk right up when asked if they’d like a glass of wine. At a ‘certain age’, EVERYbody reacts similarily at least in my circle of friends. Suddenly the whole room or the two or three gathered together become more relaxed. You can almost see the shoulders drop a notch as we get more comfortable and sink a little more deeply into the sofa or chair we’re in. All is well with the world. We are having a GOOD time. Something to nibble on doesn’t hurt either. Can’t drink more than one or two glasses because you have to drive home but that’s enough. Had  such a GREAT time.

Later that night, you sleep the sleep of innocent lambs. No bathroom treks. Just a good, sound sleep.

On another night you’ve had a glass of WATER too close to bedtime (even three / four hours beforehand) and you’re up every five minutes wearing a path to the john. All night long. You make your way in the dark with your eyes closed while praying for sleep to come if you could just not have this urge that doesn’t amount to a lot anyway but one you simply cannot ignore. If you could just fall asleep quickly, the urge might get buried in slumber but then, what if you dream you’re getting up…?

Another scenario is you go to bed after a PARTY (lots of wine that night) and sleep like the dead and never get up even once—until 3:00 AM—when you’re wide awake and the hope of getting back to sleep vanishes.

Also, why is it when you need to get up early the next morning for whatever reason, you manage NOT to have any water since suppertime, you don’t imbibe ANY wine and still you cannot get the sleep you so deserve. It starts all over again. Every ten minutes. Up and down and up and down again. There’s just no help for it. Could be nerves maybe? Anxiety about not sleeping in? Nah. What then? Can’t fall asleep on command and the harder you try, the harder it is but why the ‘urge’ then? Maybe it’s just my age?

Wait. Just a minute. I think I have the answer. Instead of soldiering on without water since supper or not imbibing at all, it seems to me a glass of wine is just what the doctor ordered. You’ll sleep like a baby and not mess it up by trotting up and down the hallway in the dark or taking a chance of wetting the bed.

It seems to me that’s why I like my wine. I feel there are indeed benefits I, for one, can’t ignore. It’s relaxes me. I’m refreshed from uninterrupted sleep. I’m not worn out from having to walk miles in the dark, listening to the floors creak and the house sigh as if they understood but they’re simply pitying me. I get my beauty sleep. I’m not grouchy.I don’t have to worry about a soggy bed. Am I wrong? What about you?

I’m now blissfully retired (meaning tucked ‘in bed’ as well as happily ‘no longer working’).