“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
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