Tweets from Beyond

Tweets from Heaven As I gaze at the photo taken of my parents the week of their deaths, I imagine they’re in a Harry-Potter-esque animated photo. They’re happy and waving from the bow of the whale-watching ship. “The weather is beautiful! I saw a humpback before you! See ya soon!” Continue reading


Garden Pariah

Ants on flower bud

Ants on wet peony bud

You’d think the garden pariah would be the dreaded emerald ash borer or Japanese beetle. Sadly, it’s not the destructive insects that the garden inhabitants seem to want to vote off the island.

It’s me.

Nature lover. Animal rescuer. Bird feeder. Habitat builder.

The woman wanting to take pictures of flowers.

I’m grossly unappreciated—no, unwanted. Yesterday between rainstorms, I went out to take photos of wet flowers. Here’s the list of animals that ran, jumped, swam, or flew away before I even got remotely close to them. These are just the ones I saw….

  • At least 10 frogs


    In the interest of full-disclosure, I have to admit that the tadpoles seemed to tolerate my presence.

  • King Fisher (who I didn’t even see until he left in a huff)
  • Woodpecker
  • Crow
  • Wrens
  • Garter Snake
  • Rabbit

On the positive side, when I stepped in an ants’ nest, they didn’t run away. They crawled in my shoes.

Hmmm. Maybe I should stick with being an ogre. Maybe I could change my name to Fiona.

© Laura Hedgecock 2013

Honest Friend versus Supportive Friend

Honest friend versus supportive friendWhat is a “good” friend? Honest friend? Supportive friend? Loyal friend?

Can you be them all? It’s a question I’ve struggled with for quite a while.

Perhaps my wondering started when a drunken Romanian woman, free of polite inhibitions, declared that the reason American women need more psychologists is because their American friendships are too superficial. According to her, we restrict ourselves to niceties, avoiding blunt or painful truths. As a result, we need outside help to deal with our problems.

In her home village, friends were resigned to each other. Friendships endured over generations, through rifts and spats. Good advice was always given, even when it made the giver massively unpopular.

She might have a point. When a friend asked me if she was right to get a divorce, I demurred. I wasn’t at all sure she was right. I told her that it was too big of a personal decision for me to weigh in with my opinion. I would (and did) support her, whatever she decided.

In that case, I was perhaps a supportive friend, a loyal friend. I wasn’t a totally honest friend. In the end, I’m not sure where that leaves me on the “good friend” scale.

Supportive hands

Photo credit Johan Van Den Berg

We often don’t “speak our truths,” to our friends. Sometimes we are simply chicken. Many times, it’s because we are sure that they don’t want to hear it. Honesty, even tactful, loving honesty, can cut and hurt. It can feel judgmental. It can end relationships. If we’re the “honest” one, chances are we’re not going to be around (or welcome) to be the supportive one.

My truths: I want everyone to like me—all the time. I’m slow on the uptake. I miss opportunities to say something meaningful. Instead of “Are you sure that’s how you want to handle the situation?” I say, “uh-huh….” I want to do it all—be honest, loving, supportive, forgiving, and good.

My bigger truth: I don’t know where  or when to draw the line when honest and supportive are mutually exclusive.

What do you think? Please comment, I’d love to cogitate on others’ points of view.

© Laura Hedgecock 2013

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Top Search Results for “Pictures..”

Yesterday, during lunch with friends, I decided to use the Google app on my iPhone to look for a picture.  The Google app features helpful suggested searches by Google, based on common search results with the keyword  used.  This gave us a look at the top searches in Google for “Pictures …”

What does this say about our society or at least the 4G society?

picture searches on google.

Google’s suggested searches

How did herpes beat out Jesus? Hopefully, it’s that more people know what Jesus looks like than know what herpes looks like.

Most surprising, for me, is blue ivy’s appearance; or is there some correlation between herpes, ringworm, shingles and blue ivy that I don’t know about?

Comments anyone?

© Laura Hedgecock 2013

How Random Interactions Affect our Lives

Sorry, I’m waxing philosophical today—a side benefit of a head cold.

People interacting As I go through my days, I’m repeatedly making incidental contact with people. I try, at least on my good days, to give them a smile, say thanks, even to inquire about their day. If I have any impact on their lives at all, I hope it’s a positive one.

I can think of more than a few times when a random interaction influenced my life. Continue reading

No Reply?

These “noreply” emails grate against my upbringing.  You know what they are—the emails to remind you that a deadline is approaching, that an inquiry has been received, or that a message was undeliverable.

Most of these “noreply” emails are helpful. My upbringing says that you thank people for their help. I hate having some unknown entity, human or machine, going un-thanked.

Perhaps they should be “youcanreplybutwewontreadit.” That is what they mean.

I invite you to comment below or send you comments to youcanreplaybutIwont@….

© Laura Hedgecock 2013

If you were marooned on a deserted island…

IMG_0290-optimizedIf you were marooned on a deserted island….

…who would you want to have with you?

…what one food would you like to have with you?

…what one book would you like to have with you?

These questions are paradoxical. I have problems coming up with answers.

If I loved someone enough to spend out a lifetime with them on a deserted island, why would I do that to them? I would choose someone who could help me escape the deserted island so I could take the person I love on a better trip.

If I were on a deserted island, I would be concentrating on survival. If you told me I had to live out the rest of my life here in Michigan without chocolate, I’d wallow around on the floor in self-pity for at least a decade. Would I knowingly take that as my only food to a deserted island, or would I take something I could literally survive on.  What other foods are there on the island? I really don’t like fish.

One book is a hard one. I don’t generally enjoy re-reading books. The Bible seems obvious, for inspiration and comfort, but I guess I’d go for Surviving and Escaping from a Deserted Island (Guaranteed).

In the meantime, I’ll read, How Not to Take Life too Literally.

© Laura Hedgecock 2012