Posts Tagged With: Asking questions

Day 3119: What is your earliest memory?

Last night, I asked the question “What is your earliest memory?” in my Coping and Healing group. People said they found that very helpful. So, after the group, I asked the same question on Twitter.

My earliest memory is from before I was walking. I was outdoors and my sister was lying on the ground next to me. I remember wondering: “Why is she doing that? She can walk!” That memory stayed with me because my parents were posing us for a photo, and I kept seeing the photo of the two of us in the family album.

Even back then, I was asking questions.

Here are some of my not-so-early memories, captured in photos:

The Daily Bitch is very memorable.

One of my earliest memories of music is of my father listening — on a very old radio — to “Witchcraft” sung by Frank Sinatra.

Now I’m asking you: What is your earliest memory?

Thanks to all who have memories and to those who ask questions and answer them, including YOU!

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Day 3092: Questions

In case you haven’t noticed, I ask a lot of questions.

That last question is one we are trying to answer in a training group at a group psychotherapy conference I’m attending this weekend through ZOOM.

Do you see any questions in the photos I took yesterday?


The Daily Bitch (who seems to have a lot of answers) sometimes asks questions, too.

This is the first thing I find when I search YouTube for “questions.”

Any questions?

Unquestionable thanks for reading this “questions” post, here and now.

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Day 2957: What do you mean?

What do I mean by today’s title?

This is what I mean: it’s okay to ask “What do you mean?”

You might hesitate to ask “What do you mean?” for fear of seeming

  • mean or impolite,
  • ignorant,
  • challenging, and/or
  • otherwise inappropriate.

“What do you mean?” simply means you want more information. Because human communication is so challenging, asking “What do you mean?” is effective, direct, and actually a compliment!

What do I mean by saying it’s compliment? It tells the other person you are interested in their experience, thoughts, and feelings — you want to know more about them.

And since we are all working at making meaning, the more clear meanings we can make together, the better.

What do I mean by these photos?

The Daily Bitch isn’t afraid to ask “What do you mean?” and I hope you feel free to ask the meaning of any of today’s photos.

This is what I find when I search YouTube for “What do you mean?”

What do you mean when you say “Thank you”? I mean to say I’m appreciating all who help me ask questions and explore answers in this daily blog, including YOU.

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Day 1487: What is your greatest strength?

What is your greatest strength?

One of my greatest strengths is asking questions.

Earlier this week, I asked people in a therapy group what their greatest strengths were.  When somebody replied, “I don’t have any strength,” I changed my question to “What are your positive qualities?”

One of my greatest strengths is noticing interesting things around me and taking pictures of them.













It looks like Siri’s greatest strengths include answering questions but NOT driving a car.

A lot of women in the 1970s, including me, saw great strengths in the late Mary Tyler Moore.

Another one of my greatest strengths is expressing appreciation for others.  Thanks to all who helped me create this post and to you — of course! — for all your strengths (even if you don’t feel strong).

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Day 1320: If

If you were going to write a post titled “If,” how would you start?

If you were going to use a book of interesting questions for group therapy, which one would you choose?


If you were going to take photos for your thirteen hundred and twentieth consecutive daily blog post, what would they be?











If you had to choose a favorite photo from those, what would it be?

If you wanted to introduce some music in a blog post, how would you do that?


If you were going to provide a link to that music, would you put it here?

If you were going to answer one question in this post, which one would you choose?

If you were to ask your own “If” question, what would it be?

If you were going to end a blog post (or anything else), how would you end it?

If you always end with gratitude, why would you do anything different today? Thanks to all who helped me create this post and to you — of course! — for reading it.

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Day 1248: Did you ever wonder what was down the road?

I’ve been wondering a lot lately about what’s down the road for me, especially regarding my very unusual heart.  After years of  walking down a  life’s road where several doctors have disagreed  about what we should do about my aging, sturdy, reversed-road heart, I’ve decided to have valve replacement surgery at the Mayo Clinic in Rochester, Minnesota.

I’m still wondering what’s down the road for me and my unusual heart, because there’s a chance that the surgery will make things worse for me down the road.

Yesterday, I wrote an email to my long-time-on-my-road cardiologist, Dr. Deeb Salem, about my wish to ask Dr. Carole Warnes, the Mayo cardiologist, for some numbers and data about that possibly down-the-road negative outcome.

Seems like here are some questions to ask her:

What are the chances the ejection fraction will go down with the valve replacement surgery ? If it does, what are the chances it will go up again?

Are you wondering what was down the road in that email exchange?  Dr. Salem replied, like so:

I doubt that she will have an answer to your question.

Further down that same email road, I wrote back to Dr. Salem:

Some of the most profound questions in the universe have no answers.

A wee bit down that email road, here was Dr. Salem’s response:


Did you ever wonder what was down the road for you? I can tell you what’s down the road in today’s blog post.










Are you wondering what’s next on this blogging road?


First, “The Long and Winding Road.”


Next, “Ease on Down the Road.”


Finally, my boyfriend Michael’s favorite Down-the-Road song, “Road Runner.”


I wonder what comments are down the road for me today?

Red-brick-road thanks to all those who helped me down the road of today’s blog post and to you — of course! — for joining me on this road, here and now.

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Day 1227: No answers

Yesterday, I asked this question at the end of my daily blog post:

I noticed at least two (uh oh, THREE) mistakes in this post after I published it. Can you spot them?

And there were no answers.

Today, I looked all the photos I had taken after I finished writing yesterday’s post and wondered:

What is the common theme here?

And there were no answers.

Does somebody out there have any answers for me?

Photo on 5-10-16 at 7.14 PM




Are there any answers in my blog post today?

Maybe this one: If you don’t know the answers, you can always ask.

Even when there are no answers, there’s always gratitude.  Thanks to all who helped me create this post and to you — of course! — no matter what answers you have.

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Day 1154: Come in and ask!

Yesterday, in Portsmouth, New Hampshire, I saw this:


No matter where I go, I have many questions,  so I really appreciate an invitation to come in and ask. 

What questions do I want to come in and ask, here and now?

Here’s one:

How can I remember the important lessons of each moment I’ve lived, as I move into the uncertainties of the future?

If you had one question you could come in and ask, what would it be?

Come in and ask about any of the images I captured yesterday. 
































Come in and ask! I may not know all the answers, but who does?

Now, I’ll come in and ask you this: Of all the items pictured above, which one did I purchase in beautiful Portsmouth?

Come in and ask or answer whatever you choose. I’m just glad you’re here. 

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Day 704: Live

All of these images were taken live, by me, yesterday.





















Live, from Boston,* I shall now comment on these photos:

  1. On my walk to work, I stopped to take that photo of a ?. Why? I simply cannot live without asking questions.
  2. “Where there’s life, there’s hope” was something somebody said during a therapy session involving the hope of learning to live more authentically, fully, and happily.
  3. Letting go of worry, live from a room where I facilitated a group last evening.
  4. That sign about indoor living lives outdoors and reminds me now that I hope I live long enough to see Sting’s play “The Last Ship” in the great indoors tomorrow night.
  5. A lively, early Christmas gift arrived in the mail yesterday for Michael, who lives to love snow globes.
  6. I was watching the new live production of “Peter Pan” on the TV in our living room (thanks to coffeegrounded‘s lively alert on my blog post yesterday).
  7. Live from the living room, it’s Oscar!
  8. More live action from “Peter Pan,” shaky because I was laughing so hard after Michael said, walking into the living room after Tinkerbell had been brought back to life by the belief living in a kashmillion clapping children: “Oh!  I see Tinkerbell is alive again, NO THANKS TO YOU, ANN!”
  9. A live shot of cookies, because of another lively comment by coffeegrounded, yesterday.
  10. Live coverage of reactions in Boston to the Eric Garner decision (which people had discussed, with many lively questions about the future and hope,  in the therapy group I facilitated).

I wish I could write more, this morning, but I need to go live, now, to cardiac rehab, before I go to work for a couple of hours and then take a lively train ride with my friend Deb for a weekend live in New York.

I like to post live versions of songs in my blog (like here, here, here, here, here, and here). Does any hope live in you, right now, about

  • a song you’d like me to include in this here post (assuming I can figure out how to do that, live from the train ride or New York)?
  • anything else you’d like to express, live in the comments below?

If not, no worries.

Thanks to all who live as best they can (including you).

* When you’re reading this, I might be live in (or near) New York.

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Day 502: Why questions

I love asking questions — to myself and to others.  I think that’s a great way to learn.  Also, asking the big questions is considered good writing, especially in journalism.

What are “the big questions”?







I just googled “journalistic writing style answering the questions what where when how1.” Why did I do that? To check my facts and my memory … to see if I’m being a good-enough reporter, so far, in this blog post.

What did I find?

News writing attempts to answer all the basic questions about any particular event—who, what, when, where and why (the Five Ws) and also often how—at the opening of the article.

From Wikipedia entry “News style”

How is my credibility right now, regarding those questions?  Pretty darn good, I would say.

Why does my post title include only one of those journalistic questions?

I’ll answer that with another question: Do you really want to read a blog post that long, on a weekend, people?

Next question.

Why did I choose Why questions, in particular, today?

As usual, I have more than one reason, but here’s the main one:

When I was a little kid, I loved watching comedians on TV with my dad.  I always noted the people who made him laugh, because my father was so friggin’ funny, himself.

One of the people who made us both laugh was Professor Irwin Corey.

Who was Professor Irwin Corey?

Let’s see how Google answers that question.

Oh my goodness!  I was afraid to look, because … I figured the Professor was long gone. He’s not! Here’s what I found on Wikipedia:



Corey in a 1963 television appearance
Born July 29, 1914 (age 99)
Brooklyn, New York, U.S.
Years active 1938–present
Genres Wit/Word play, improvisational and character comedy, satire
Influenced Lenny BruceTom Smothers[1]
Spouse Fran Corey (1941–2011);[2] 1 son
Website Official website

Here are more excerpts from that Wikipedia entry:

“Professor” Irwin Corey (born July 29, 1914) is an American comic, film actor and activist, often billed as “The World’s Foremost Authority”. He introduced his unscripted, improvisational style of stand-up comedy at the well-known San Francisco club, the hungry i.

Lenny Bruce once described Corey as “one of the most brilliant comedians of all time”.[3]

Why did I include excerpts from that Wikipedia article, here?  Because I know many of my readers won’t click on links. Why did I include those particular excerpts?  Because those are the ones that are making me happiest, right now.

When I was a little kid, I didn’t know most of those things about Professor Irwin Corey.  Heck, I didn’t know most of those things about him, until just now.

Here’s a question I haven’t answered yet:

Why did I want to include Professor Irwin Corey in today’s blog post?

Because I have this distinct memory of something he did, on a TV talk show, in the 1960’s, which (1) made me laugh and (2) amazed me.  The host (most likely Mike Douglas) asked “The World’s Foremost Authority” a question, like this:

Professor Corey, why do you wear clothes like those?

And Professor Corey answered (as best I can remember):

That is actually a two-part question.  The first part of that question is … Why?  Human beings have been trying to answer that question for millennia.  The most learned and famous philosophers, throughout history, have been struggling to answer the question of “Why?” Why indeed?

The second part of that question is “Do I wear clothes like those?”  The answer is “YES!”

I would now like to pay homage to Professor Irwin Corey, as I end this post with some recent photos.

Why did I take each of the pictures I’m about to show you?

That’s a two-part question, my dear readers.

Why? I’m not sure I could ever completely — or even adequately — explain why I took these photos. Who could ever completely explain any example of human behavior?   I could articulate my thoughts at the time I snapped the photos, I suppose, but probably some of my reasons were subconscious, and not available to me. And who’s to say whether my personal reasons and explanations would be that interesting, to somebody else?2

Did I take each of the pictures I’m about to show you?

















Thanks to my father, to Professor Irwin Corey, to Wikipedia, to foremost authorities everywhere, to those asking “Why?” whenever they can, to everything that contributed to the words and images in this post, and to you — of course! — for reading today.


1  Why did I include all those words in my Google search? Why not? It worked, didn’t it?

2 Feel free to answer, yourself, any question of Why did Ann take that photo?

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