Disappointment makes an appearance again in the big world. There was that time when Bill Cosby – America’s Dad – got accused of drugging a woman and raping her. It was even difficult to believe that it was real – how could he, that handsome and funny man, who performed for children for God’s sake, … Continue reading Title? I don’t know. Personal Space?
You might have noticed my absence recently. I haven’t written anything in over a month. There are many reasons for this, not the least of which is time, but the biggest one is an abysmal lack of inspiration. Otherwise known as writer’s block. Life appears to be slugging along at a snail’s pace until you … Continue reading Running on Empty
It’s the day after Thanksgiving. Black Friday. 258 days since the COVID-19 pandemic hit the big time and we all became way better acquainted with the word “quarantine.” Two hundred and sixty days ago, my life was normal. Hell, all our lives were normal. But we’re talking about me now so just sit back and … Continue reading Tenacious… and Untenable
I did a thing. I packed my 18-year-old up – the sum of his most important belongings stacked in the back of Todd’s Explorer – and together with my husband and daughter drove him to college. It’s been a long road to get here, a road I have long known was coming … some day. … Continue reading 18 and Life
At 12 weeks post-op, I was back to normal. I was feeling great. There’s been a lot going on in our lives lately. A lot. I’m now officially working more hours and I’m grateful. Work is where I can be normal, and not think about my personal life. I’m making more money and I’m grateful … Continue reading I’m Okay, But I’m Not
So, in case you missed it, I’m still in recovery. Todd says, YOU’VE HAD MAJOR SURGERY, at least once a day. He’s living life dangerously. Last week we had the septic system pumped out. I got up that morning and suddenly remembered the 3-foot-tall mint patch surrounding the cover, and knew beyond a shadow of … Continue reading Two Steps Forward, Two Steps Back
My life doesn’t always read like a country song, but when it does... ***If you're pressed for time, I've made it easy for you - just read the bolded phrases. That snow storm that cut my San Francisco trip short was heavy and became solid ice hours afterward. Several days later as the sun melted … Continue reading Sometimes Life is A Country Song
I went to Walmart yesterday with Opac. He was adamant about stocking up on his favorite hair glue, so much so that he was spazzing out because I didn’t want to go since my brother was over and Veruca is overdue for a haircut and I wanted to kill two birds with one stone … Continue reading Melancholy