My friend Kathleen has a pristine garden. I try not to drool when I visit, but it is just so dang pretty. Every vine behaves and drapes seductively, every flower vibrates with color and fragrance, and every weed …well there are no weeds. The thing that confounds me is that Kathleen is an extremely busy woman and yet manages to… Read More
A brief question
I’ve been trying to decide which is worse—an older woman feeling guilty for wearing thong underwear because she likes them and feels a bit naughty, or an older woman wearing full coverage “granny-pants” because she feels it is safe and age appropriate. Janet Evanovich’s latest Stephanie Plum novel finds Stephanie wearing granny-style underwear to ward off sexual desire. What does… Read More
Me time
As a certified, registered, introvert, I have never been the kind of woman who likes to group shop. I do like shopping with my daughter, and I kinda like shopping with my husband if he’s in a patient mood, but even in those circumstances we usually part ways and meet at a set time. There’s something almost meditative about wandering… Read More
The face of pleasure
I don’t live under a rock. Granted, my husband and I choose not to have cable or satellite TV, his desk phone still has that curly connection thing called a “cord” in ancient Latin, and I’m allergic to FaceBook. We’re old school in many ways, and very comfortable with the label. Given our archaic life style, it may not come… Read More
Robin’s ‘hood
Every year a robin builds a nest on the down spout near our front door. It’s become a robin ‘hood, so to speak. The mother-to-be watches, suspiciously, from a distance whenever I’m in the yard. However, for reasons I can’t fathom, she flies off in terror if we open the front door. Can’t she instinctively feel that I wouldn’t hurt… Read More
100 reasons to live better
The first guest on the Jay Leno show last night was a 100 year old woman who played the harmonica. Jay said he intentionally had her as the first guest because…she was 100 years old…and might not last if she were to appear second. He did hold her hands as she carefully navigated the two levels of stage, but once… Read More
Dirty girl
Each bag weighed forty pounds. When in the world did forty pounds start feeling like eighty? I used to be able to throw freshly baled hay into stacks back in the day, and trust me, green hay is heavy. Now I’m whimpering about forty pounds of dirt. Oh well. I had a full day of yard work ahead of me… Read More
Lip and Tuck
One weekend a year my son and I hang out. It’s the Reader’s Digest version of our lives condensed into a matter of hours, but hours that count. We like going to a local casino hotel because it offers the low key atmosphere we prefer, plenty of food, drink, and talk time. However, this year all the rooms were booked… Read More
Hunting Buzz
Hunting I’ve never been a hunter in the traditional sense. My entire family goes deer, partridge, or pheasant hunting, but the only thing I’ve ever wanted to shoot a creature with was my camera. I’m not anti-hunting, it’s just something I choose to do. However, give me a camera and I’m on the prowl for a photo trophy. Today I… Read More
Night light
My husband is a somewhat restless sleeper. There is an odd disparity in his patterns in that he can pretty much fall asleep anywhere, but cannot necessarily stay asleep. I tend to fall asleep much slower, but stay asleep unless I’ve had the 2 gallon turbo-chug glass of iced tea late in the evening. As we age the nuances of… Read More
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