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The Rear View Lens

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The clatter of metal pans, along with the haze of something heated beyond comfort, let me know what was happening in “my” kitchen… my husband was cooking.  I approached the room cautiously hoping to catch him in his hot dish mojo.  As expected, he was flitting from stove, to fridge, to sink.  The counter was buried beneath bags, boxes, bowls,… Read More

Calami-tea

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A powerful thirst was upon me and I selected the “Mega-Buddy” 52 0z. plastic beverage container Kwik Stop sells to quench my thirst. I wasn’t traveling on the road, I was at home, but I like to re-use plastic containers rather than tossing them into the trash. I filled the container to the top with ice, and then poured in… Read More

Thanksgiving Leftovers

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His steps were slow, as if lifting bricks instead of shoes, and he leaned just a bit on my brother’s arm. He wore a thin blue jacket and tried his darndest to stand straight and tall like the proud Norwegian of his youth. I stood at the front door watching his progress up the November slicked sidewalk with mixed emotions…. Read More

The Grey Tornado

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It was a normal morning. My head was still fuzzy from sleep, and since I’m not a coffee drinker it wasn’t going to clear up anytime soon. I was brushing my teeth in slow motion,  as if that would prevent a gob of toothpaste from falling off the brush and slithering down my pajama top like a foam avalanche. I… Read More

When The Booty Is On The Other Foot

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Taut flesh undulated beneath micro-mini dresses and silky cascades of perfectly coifed hair glistened beneath the spotlights.  A mixed-gendered crowd, watching the show, cheered and hooted. The row of performers, all young women, all with perfect smiles, bent over and then slowly slid their hands up toned legs. They eyed the audience and smiled seductively. As the rhythm of the… Read More

Booker The Brave

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Booker, in perfect Siberian Husky speak, told me he wanted a little sun-room time. For those of you who have never been around a husky, they have quite a large vocabulary that is comprised of more woooowoooo’s than barks. There is inflection and emotion in their sounds, and I often laugh when he is chewing me out for some imagined… Read More

Feeling Safe

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Be-be-be-be-be-be-be-beeeeeeeep! As soon as my son and I walked through the kitchen door our security system let me know it wasn’t happy. I quickly punched in our code only to have the system indignantly infer there was a problem with “area 9.” “Where the heck is area 9?” I wondered. Is that where the government keeps space aliens? I checked… Read More

Window Pains

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I sidled up to my husband and whispered provocatively in his ear, “Honey, how about you and me getting our crazy on?” He nodded with interest. “Okay,” I continued, “I’ll start by washing the inside windows and then I’ll catch up with you as you wash the outside windows.” His interest shrank like cold water applied to certain favorite male… Read More

Scabs And Other Assorted Forms Of Healing

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Have you ever pulled a cake out of the oven thinking it was done, only to discover that beneath the seemingly baked crust flowed raw batter? Sometimes life’s hurts are like that too.  Outward appearances can fool a person into thinking the pain has healed, but a gentle prod here or there discovers the truth…there is still much that needs… Read More

Flushing And Blushing

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The cribbage game was in the full heat of battle…men against women…and I had to pee. Not just a little, a lot. My husband and I were spending the night at my daughter and her significant other’s home, and trying to be ideal houseguests. We wanted to be invited back. I excused myself and zipped into the bathroom just off… Read More

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