Day Fourteen-Guess what the word was on page 29?*

Dear Hillary, I know, I know… You’re surprised to hear from me. I just told everyone I jumped ship, what – less than a month ago? Here’s the thing- I’m willing to come back. But I need to be wooed. You know, charmed? That thing your husband does oh. So. Well? Sorry, still too soon?… Continue reading Day Fourteen-Guess what the word was on page 29?*

Discovery, Part One

The funny thing was, once that realization was made — the one that guaranteed the safety net had indeed been removed and free fall had begun, I was actually better equipped to find the footholds I needed to get out of the deep, dark well of the unknown.  I know some might react by falling apart… Continue reading Discovery, Part One

Day Twelve – Eavesdropping and silver linings

It gets harder to make friends as you get older. Especially when you get to be my age — what I like to call “coot.”  The kids are out of the house and Donna has been gone for 3 years.  I had my soccer games up until a few weeks ago and my Euchre that… Continue reading Day Twelve – Eavesdropping and silver linings

Day Eleven-When I was 12…

home was a two-bedroom, two-bathroom apartment in the San Fernando Valley. Reseda, California, to be exact. I lived there with my parents and little sister Dawn, who was between 7 and 8 at the time. It was a step up from our last place where my parents slept in the living room so we could… Continue reading Day Eleven-When I was 12…

Day Ten – Happy Christmas…wait, isn’t it only June? Who cares, I want cheesy fritters

I know they say don’t speak ill about the dead, but I do tell it like it is and as it goes, my paternal Grandmother Maria was often not a nice woman.  Looking back with experience, wisdom, and a healthy dose of forgiveness, I feel in my heart it’s likely because she wasn’t treated very… Continue reading Day Ten – Happy Christmas…wait, isn’t it only June? Who cares, I want cheesy fritters

Days Eight and Nine – Death of an adverb and a changing point of view

Disclaimer: I’m sick. Coughing up yuck, achy, but still having to go to work sick since Friday is my last day before 2 weeks of vacation (yes, I typed that correctly.) It seems like the only energy I have is to move my fingers on the keyboard…so as not to get to behind in my… Continue reading Days Eight and Nine – Death of an adverb and a changing point of view