The woman was can’t-take-my-eyes-off-her gorgeous. Dressed impeccably in a suit, long pearls, and a beret-style hat, she owned the television studio. Her hair—which she self-styles I learned—was neatly and fashionably braided. Who was she, and how could I copy her confidence? The camera man panned her up and down as the narrator promised more details after the commercial. To my… Read More
Living Large…
The gray Tee-shirt fabric slipped over my head and started complaining as it met my breasts. Undeterred, I continued pulling the shirt downwards until I wiggled completely in. Looking in the mirror I decided my new “Minnesota Gopher” shirt would do for the basketball game we were about to see. Nonetheless, I was frustrated that the shirt’s tag, in what… Read More
Facing time…
My daughter and Amanda both sent me the following blog/article by Berry Liberman. My daughter wanted to know how I felt about it since it concerns aging. Here it is: Vanity is a funny thing. It’s based on comparison and as we all should know by now, comparison is the death of happiness. I met a beautiful girl the other… Read More
Getting down in the winter months…
The smell of country air and sweet laundry soap wafted up from Grandma’s flannel sheets. I loved it. Nothing said wintery comfort like burrowing under the covers on a cold winter morning and feeling the soft flannel warmth. The quilts Grandma used on her beds when I was growing up tended to be sewn from fabric scraps. Some of her… Read More
Where have the manners gone?
On Friday nights, in the warm months of Minnesota, I would walk down the gravel road to wait for my dad’s car to appear on the highway’s horizon. He was only home on weekends as his work in the construction trade took him to various locations throughout the state. Sitting in the grassy ditch gave me plenty of time to… Read More
Making the call…
After the clinic called to schedule my follow-up mammogram I felt unsure of what to do next. My husband always phones at noon to connect and chat. Should I tell him about the appointment and perhaps needlessly worry him? Should I mention it to my son who was visiting? What purpose would that serve? It wouldn’t make me feel any… Read More
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