I swear God invented lilacs as the cure for tattered souls. Our late spring had me wondering if my favorite white lilac would bloom by July given it’s slowly budding branches. My mom’s birthday was this past Saturday, and I usually bring a bouquet of lilacs when I visit her grave. They were her favorite flower, although she was not… Read More
Welcome To My Childhood World Of Sunday Mornings
Grandma handed me a pair of dainty white gloves and tucked a wayward curl behind my ear.  “I just don’t understand why your hair isn’t as nice as your cousin’s,†she clucked with the staccato timing frustration warrants. I shrugged in response, which once again dislodged the fat sausage curl, and placed the white bonnet on my head. I knew… Read More
Petal Pushers
The flower “buckets†stood empty, and I was amazed. I had never gone into a Trader Joe’s grocery store without seeing a dazzling display of bouquets, orchids, and blooms. At first I thought something must have happened—like a freak freeze—but then it slowly dawned on me why there were no flowers. Mother’s Day happened. Even now as I think about… Read More
A Light Fantasy
Hanging limp and impotent from our bedroom doorknob, one of my remaining Mylar party balloons looked like a spent rubber cira the disco era. A huge one, but nonetheless the image came to my somewhat distorted mind. Attached to the languishing balloon was another Mylar balloon still filled tightly with the hope and promise helium delivers. I pondered the two… Read More
Welcome To My Childhood World Of Sunday Mornings
Grandma handed me a pair of dainty white gloves and tucked a wayward curl behind my ear.  “I just don’t understand why your hair isn’t as nice as your cousin’s,†she clucked with the staccato timing frustration warrants. I shrugged in response, which once again dislodged the fat sausage curl, and placed the white bonnet on my head. I knew… Read More
A Neat Perspective
I love to read the newspaper. There is something about that ungainly wad of papers that makes me feel like I’m part of the stories. Often my husband gabs the paper on his way to work and returns with only the Variety section. He knows my day is happier when I read my favorite cartoon strips, reflect upon my horoscope,… Read More
Scratch That One
I know better. I am a veteran cat lover and owner. I even know it is ridiculous to say any human owns a cat because cats do what they want, and only hang with those privileged enough to make the cut. But even with all my experience I fell into the trap set for me by Pudgy. She was semi-stretched… Read More
Blindsided
Have you ever wondered who would come to your funeral? I have. Not that I’m morbid, but being an introvert and a wallflower makes me think I’ll have an equally quiet final farewell. Here’s my mental image of the scene: The church as been contacted—probably by my husband– about holding a funeral service for me. After a quick discussion it… Read More
Where The Koi’s Are
While not exactly a tribute to Connie Francis’ song, I thought I’d update y’all on our fish. As you may recall our dog Booker decided to mass murder our pond fish last week. For reasons only our fish and their little guardian fish-angels (angel fish?) know, most of them survived Bookers teeth and an extended period of time on the… Read More
Tore Me A New One
It’s just one more way to work on our relationship on our bed. Recently my husband and I found ourselves in positions not tried before, breathing hard, and feeling worn out. He looked at me with a tiny drop of sweat dripping from his brow and said, “Next time you’re near the edge, you go first.†“I’d like to,†I… Read More
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