Yearly Archives: 2015
Living the Disorganized Life
I am disorganized. There, I said it. Whew! What a weight off my shoulders. I’ve spent the better part of the last five decades promising myself that I’ll get organized–only to break that promise thousands of times. I admire … Continue reading
Progress?
The developer here in my community continues to build new homes wherever the company can find a space that could accommodate a house, even if it’s a lot no bigger than the proverbial postage stamp. That’s the price of living … Continue reading
A Gust of Wind
There’s an iconic photo of Marilyn Monroe. Her skirt is being blown up by gust of wind as she tries to hold it down. She’s all blonde bombshell in the picture, high heels and make up, laughing as she … Continue reading
I Feel Blessed
I feel blessed to be surrounded by so many wonderful people. Trite? Maybe. But consider this: my life took a drastic left turn on August 25, 2012 at 10 p.m. My husband died. I thought I was ready—six … Continue reading
The Widow’s Club
It’s not a club I clamored to join. In fact, none of the members wanted to join it. We were recruited in the harshest of all possible ways. The initiation was almost as difficult as any street gang’s—we had … Continue reading
I thought that my readers might enjoy a short story today. Boots Emma loved her boots. It had taken her a whole year of babysitting the brats down the street to save enough to buy them. Before she went … Continue reading
An Unwelcome Visitor
The most unwelcome of all visitors called on me recently. This visitor is never welcomed and usually not greeted with any enthusiasm. If fact, when you, your friends, and family find that it has called upon you, they, … Continue reading
Hawai’i
I finally got to Hawai’i. Three tries, three cancellations, and finally—I made it! Hawai’i was all I hoped and dreamed it would be. The weather was nearly perfect: warm and sunny with a lovely breeze that kept the bugs and … Continue reading
April Tenth
There are certain dates that are more meaningful than others. One of those dates is April 10,1983. That was the date my Mom passed away after almost two years of coping with lung cancer. I remember that day with crystal … Continue reading
Boots
Emma loved her boots. It had taken her a whole year of babysitting the brats down the street to save enough to buy them. Before she went to sleep each night, she would count and tally the total of the … Continue reading