48 pictures of the wall between Israel and Palestine
I visited Ramallah in Occupied Palestine’s West Bank in spring 2011 to attend a TEDx conference.
Getting there overland was onerous and I spent six hours at the border crossing where I had my passport taken, was interrogated and humiliated by Israeli immigration officials, had items stolen from luggage, and witnessed the humiliation of others.
While in Occupied Palestine, I felt the terror and oppression the Palestinian people are subjected to every day at checkpoints.
I ate with Palestinians. I saw the poverty. I felt the despair. I heard the stories of people who had been robbed of everything but their will to fight.
I saw the wall. I walked in its shadow. I touched it. I read the graffiti. I took pictures.
once upon a bad hair day at the vatican
me & my “i-don’t-think-I-could-date-a-woman-with-purple-hair” hair & she-devil blue-green eyes bwahahahaha
Colin Lively, one of my crazy online friends shared this story on FB:
A woman was at her hairdresser’s getting her hair styled for a trip to Rome with her husband. She mentioned the trip to the hairdresser, who responded:
“Rome? Why would anyone want to go there? It’s crowded and dirty. You’re crazy to go to Rome. So, how are you getting there?”
“We’re taking Continental,” was the reply. “We got a great rate!”
“Continental?” exclaimed the hairdresser. “That’s a terrible airline. Their planes are old, their flight attendants are ugly, and they’re always late. So, where are you staying in Rome?”
7 leap before you look lessons from Mandarin ducklings
Hatching a new venture?
Or reinventing yourself?
In my experience, there are lessons to be learned everywhere all the time – especially in nature and the animal kingdom.
The video below of the ducklings came to me randomly from the captain of my ladies golf league.
It was too good not to share 
I hope you enjoy the natural wisdom of these Mandarin ducklings as much as I do!
14 Spring Flower Bouquets to Bring You Joy
I cared for my Mom who has Alzheimer’s disease in her rural home for a year. It was one of the most difficult things I have ever done.
One way I kept us both engaged and myself sane was to find activities that infused joy and happiness into our days.
In the spring, we gathered flowers from the backyard and nearby fields and created beautiful arrangements.
I was feeling a little sorry for myself today. Then somebody sent me this.
Reality check.
A Tribute to Stacey McInroe Conner
Barbara Guerra (Born with no arms)
Besides going a little crazy in a good way, Susan Macaulay created and curates Amazing Women Rock, SheQuotes and My Alzheimer’s Story. She also helps people with public speaking, confidence building, writing and editing.
Holding on and letting go
June is Alzheimer’s and Brain Health Awareness Month
Here’s my latest blog post:
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Besides going a little crazy in a good way, Susan Macaulay created and curates Amazing Women Rock, SheQuotes and My Alzheimer’s Story. She also helps people with public speaking, confidence building, writing and editing.
I Found the Future in a Brown Paper Bag
Of these four, which one doesn’t fit: rug, egg, drum, sex?
I remember the question. I remember the answer. But I’ll be damned if I remember the rest of the quiz.
(Memory is a strange thing. I don’t beat myself up over the loss of it.)
No matter. The question surfaces as I contemplate the brown paper lunch bag in front of me.
8 Good Reasons to Go Crazy
As you can see (if you’ve been following me), I’ve done something slightly mad: renamed this blog for the umpteenth time. (If you’re new here, welcome.)
This blog’s former name (Cracker Jacks) doesn’t have anything to do with anything (as my good friend Elaine is fond of saying when conversations take detours), other than it makes me think of popcorn and excellence, both of which I adore.
It may have been crazy to rename the blog, but it was even crazier to fire it up in the first place, given all the other stuff I already do (see below).
The Lost and Found
Amazing grace. The words “lost and found” always make me think of amazing grace.
Not of lost mittens or keys or caps or a single red shoe. Nor of the “lost and founds” one must call in search of them. No.
“Lost and found” makes me think of amazing grace:
Amazing grace, how sweet the sound that saved a wretch like me
I once was lost, but now I’m found, was blind, and now I see…
