With a shaking bang and crash, thunder shattered the stillness of the night and caused me to roll into the listless, yet comforting, arms of my sleeping husband. A short while later rain danced on the roof and splashed against our bedroom windows. My heart rejoiced. What’s the big deal you wonder? I’ll tell you, but here’s the thing–most… Read More
An Apple a day…
Okay! Confession time. I recently purchased a Mac laptop. For years I’ve teased my husband about his snobbish Mac ways while proudly clinging to my PC. Even now I have only high regards for PC users and deeply understand the comfort of being compatible with most of the world. My walk towards the logo of the sinful fruit that took… Read More
Hot women…
Hot women… Tiny beads of water ran down the pitcher and pooled on the table. I knew that. I saw that. And yet, when I picked up the pitcher to pour a glass of mint-infused lemonade, a generous amount of condensation landed on my shirt and erased the polished look I was going for. Wet… Read More
Dream on…
Dream on… While it must seem that my husband is a favorite muse for my writing, I must confess he makes it so darn easy. His sweetness and foibles are just too good to ignore as I consider the best parts of my days, nights, weeks, months, and years together with him. He knows that I’ve been an Aerosmith fan… Read More
Respect…
Stepping off the whitewashed fence post was always thrilling. As a girl, I loved to test my focus and balance by walking on top the board fences that outlined my family’s farm. The first few steps were usually the easiest because the board was securely anchored to the fencepost and therefore didn’t wobble much. As I made my way towards… Read More
Kitchen Kisses…
Just as I thrust my hands into the sudsy fluff of dishwater, my husband comes from behind and embraces me. He nuzzles my neck and whispers naughty things. While this should be a romantic moment, I sigh and squirm to face him. “Why do you always feel amorous in the kitchen?” I ask. He simply smirks and pulls me tighter…. Read More
Animal Dreams and Realities…
The black stallion beneath me tossed his head and gazed over the rocky outcropping. Forty feet below a shallow pool of water glittered with pink and orange diamonds reflecting from the fading sunset. At least from my vantage the water appeared to be shallow. My daughter and son, only three and seven respectively, watched from a safe distance with little… Read More
Two words…
My friend Claudia recently underwent her regular six month post-cancer testing. Some of her numbers came back a slight bit elevated which was enough of a concern to warrant additional tests. The results of the subsequent tests still indicated elevated numbers, so she was scheduled for a PET scan—a more accurate and definitive means of knowing what is truly going… Read More
Chick Weekend…
“According to MapQuest Panera Bread should be right here.” My daughter slowed her Subaru and we looked to our right. We looked to our left. No Panera Bread. I grabbed my GPS unit and punched in the address. The assured female voice of the GPS told us to turn, to turn, to turn. We did. Walla. We were right back… Read More
Slow moving eggs-citement…
The huge pile of wood chips has been sitting in our driveway looking like Paul Bunyan’s ugly cheese log from two Christmas’s past. Because of the stack’s location backing out of the garage has been challenging, and each rain sends a wooden river of chips meandering down the asphalt as if seeking the ocean. Considering we live in Minnesota, the chips have a… Read More
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