I love refrigerator art. Pithy, profound sayings pasted on magnets. It fits my attention span for positivity. (Mom enjoys it, too, which makes for sweet interludes in museum gift shops.)

Currently displayed, surrounding Tigger’s exuberance, are magnets my sister contributed. The round, white magnets each highlight a virtue: humble, gracious, loving, generous, patient, kind.

Well, it’s good to have aspirations.

New York is my home town. In his book, American Nations, Colin Woodard refers to it as New Amsterdam, home to, “a profound tolerance of diversity and an unflinching commitment to the freedom of inquiry.” Yaassss!

There’s Gilda Radner’s quote about clothes that don’t itch: Yaassss!

Of all the places I’ve put my keys since I got my first car, a ‘72 Plymouth Valiant with a slant six engine, nicknamed “Wilbur” because the brakes squealed, hanging them on a hook on the fridge is the best option for keeping track of them.

My vaccine card is there for the same reason.

The green star is from church. Each Pentecost we choose a new one from a basket where they are laid face down. The word on the star is one we think about, pray about, and try to incorporate into our life throughout the year. Mine is “faithfulness.”

Mom and I visited the beautiful, thoughtful National Museum of the American Indian in DC.

The Eskimo doll is from the Alaska cruise D and I took with our mom and aunt to celebrate Mom’s 80th birthday, as well as the occasion of both she and her older sister setting foot into their 50th state.

Love ❤️ ice cream 🍦🍦and humor 😜🤪😝 are the centerpieces — as they should be. 😎