Reality check… Who am I kidding? I’m still in my pajamas and it is eleven in the morning. It is the best part of my day. 🙂
The Pajama Day myth…
I need help. Maybe even therapeutic-level help. For weeks I’ve been plotting and planning to take one day—just one teeny tiny day—all for myself during my Christmas break. I’d heard of the mythical pajama day and decided that might be worth trying. First question: Is there supposed to be a formula or structured non-structure on a pajama day? My fuzzy… Read More
Butt why?
I call it woman-bashing, but I’m in the minority. Every other Monday my husband goes to a Bible study session fifty miles away before going to work. Too often he’ll come bouncing through the door at night and want to read me a few verses that he found “interesting.” Usually it has something to do with a woman being subservient… Read More
Sharing the good in aging…
“My back goes out more than I do.” “We can go upstairs, or we can make love, but I don’t have the energy to do both.” “My memory is so bad I’m constantly making new friends.” All these old smirkers have truth behind them, but focus on the not-so-fun aspects of aging. Why do we tend to hang on to… Read More
Pine needles…
By eight o’clock this morning the house was empty. My adult children had departed to visit friends, and my husband had left for work. Coffee, which my husband and I don’t drink, scented the air from the haphazard breakfast I threw together as the human migration began. The silence seemed unfamiliar as I started straightening the remnants of our family… Read More
Ghosts of Christmas Past…
Muffled coughs punctuated the sounds of shuffling feet and rustling coats. Parishioners greeted each other with hardy back slaps or demure head nods. “Merry Christmas!” was voiced in tones of happy to robotic, yet everyone seemed caught in the celebratory mood. My husband and I stepped in line behind an elderly lady having a difficult time deciding on which pew… Read More
Amanda…
I call her our pet-pimp. Amanda is not only my daughter’s best friend, but has become essentially a daughter to my husband and me as well. Amanda’s family lives on a farm near Madison, Wisconsin and, well-deserved cheesehead jokes aside, they are fine, fine, people. My daughter first met Amanda when they were matched as dorm roommates in their freshman… Read More
Eye don’t…
The assistant shuffled the papers and glanced at her watch. I would describe her as being in a distracted rush. “When did you say you were last in?” I cleared my throat and attempted a confident voice. “Ten years ago.” The words came out sounding almost nonchalant, but my brain was racing. I remembered back to my dental assisting days…. Read More
Wrap-Artist G
I’m an odd person. I actually love the challenge of wrapping presents in a creative and beautiful way. Over the course of the year I look for things I can use to enhance my gift-wrapping. Small pine cones, rocks, buttons, pressed leaves, clearance knick-knacks, and remnant ribbons are all prime objects. Sometimes I tinker with the doo-dads by spray-painting them… Read More
A woman’s wisdom…
The man lay helplessly on the floor. He was disoriented and afraid. His brain was telling his body to get up and to get moving, but nothing was responding. “What’s wrong with me,” he thought. “Is this the beginning of a heart attack?” His wife slept peacefully just a whisper away on the bed. He could have called out for… Read More
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