Aging Schmaging

“Well, that was a moment I never thought I’d have,” I said as my husband and I backed out of the gravel driveway.  I shut off my cellphone and tucked it back in my purse.  “Yeah, he seemed more into taking than giving didn’t he?” my husband responded.  I looked out our car window and watched as the line of… Read More

The Writing On The Wall “Phil’s an A-hole,” was one of the first inked-on-the-wall sentiments I noted as I hung our camping supplies in the shelter on Isle Royale.  “Hey Lover,” I said, “Did you know Phil is an A-hole?”  My husband, confused, said, “Who’s Phil?”  He’s charmingly rational like that. As a rule I’m not a fan of graffiti. … Read More

The tabloids use exclamation points and a bold font:  STARS WITHOUT MAKEUP!  SEE PHOTOS!!!!  I always struggle, as I stand in line at the grocery checkout, as to whether I want to look.  Part of me is curious how the fashion icons appear without the artistry of makeup professionals and airbrushing.  Part of me says, “Why should it matter? Who… Read More

My first thought, upon waking, was someone had murdered a chicken.  Tufts of feathers drifted across the floor with each puff of morning breeze, effectively coating my clothes, my backpack, and my camera equipment.  To be more succinct, anything and everything I didn’t want covered in feathers was now covered in feathers. My husband, amused, claimed he didn’t remember the… Read More