Did Someone Die or are You a Writer?

The other day while avoiding my manuscript like the Ebola virus and shopping online...I mean...researching...I came across the Five Stages of Grief. I really am going to write about a guy in a grieving group, just probably not anytime soon. Anyhoo, as I read through them I realized that grief is a lot like writing a book.  A good time was had by all. 1. Denial "OMG. I've really got natural talent."...more

Sand Through the Hourglass

I read a blog post a while ago written by another blogger about all the things she didn't do because she didn't have time. I thought that was a smashing idea so I intended to steal it.Then, I realized…who am I kidding? I have all the time in the world. I haven't been gainfully employed in several years. I just don't want to do them.So, the following are things I have plenty of time to do but have no intention of doing.1. Nail or Hair Maintenance: ...more

The Wonder

There’s something so moving about the absolute confidence young children have in our judgment.They trust us.They believe to their core that we wish them well.Over the past several days, I got to know my granddaughter, and I lived these truths. Amelie lives on the opposite coast so I haven’t seen her as much as I have my other grandkids who live nearer. In fact, it’s safe to say she didn’t know me at all.But, we got on like a house afire.Without a thought, she’d hold my hand. Sit on my lap. Get in my car.  ...more

The Road Home

The thing about the roads we choose to go down in life...we can choose different ones at any time.I think I'm taking a detour.This year, I've been lucky enough to get re-acquainted with a few people from my far distant past. Almost 35 years past. The dreaded high school years.  Ack.No one was more surprised than me to find out how much its meant. When I left my hometown, I barely glanced in my rearview mirror. So long, suckers. ...more

32 Year Old Housewife

It's funny the things we keep.Last year, when my mother died and her house sold, we had to clean it out. During our excavation (Mom was a bit of a hoarder) my son-in-law found her medical records. For no known reason, I wanted them. I couldn't bear to part with them.Several weeks passed before I screwed up the nerve to look through them. On paper, thin and delicate as old lace, her breast cancer odyssey unfolded. There it all was. From the lumps, first diagnosed as Fibrosis, to the radical mastectomy. ...more

Mother and Child Reunion

Lately, I've had cause to wonder...what does a healthy parent/child relationship look like? Why is it often elusive? How can something that usually starts so blissfully go so terribly awry? As anyone who follows this blog knows, my relationship with my mother was turbulent, my father nonexistent. ...more

Obamacare...on the Ground

 I've been a registered, and voting, Democrat since I turned 18. I'm now close to 50...52 is still close, right? I believe in social programs to aid the disenfranchised and vulnerable. I believe in providing opportunities to those who don't have any. I don't believe quality healthcare should only be available to the wealthy. I believe our healthcare system is broken. Obamacare sucks....more

The High Cost of Living

 We bought our granddaughter, Adelia, a new bicycle for her birthday today.I'd guess no one gasped after reading that sentence - hardly earth shattering news. Grandparents buy their grandkids stuff all the time. But, this bicycle came at what feels like an intolerable price, in a way that has nothing to do with money....more

The Man Who Almost Was

 I'm scattered....more

I'm Disabled. Feel Free to Grope Me

 I'm on crutches.Luckily, its temporary.I don't think I have the temperament to deal with all the jackasses that come out of the woodwork when you're impaired. I'd be dragged off to jail, hobbling.Take the TSA.Me on crutches: "I'm not sure how I'm supposed to go through security."...more