Skulls Blowing in the Wind

 Post Halloween, there were plastic skulls blowing around on my front porch:...more

An Eclectic Culling: The Best of the Blogging Web

 Issue #5 of  The Woven Tale Press is now on e-stand! Don't allow your best posts to gather dust in your archives. Subscribe and submit!Go to: http://issuu.com/sandratyler/docs/wovenpressissue_5CLICK ON THE COVER TO GO TO ISSUE:...more

BlogHer Voices of the Year! I Almost Made it Onto the Big Screen!

Blogher Voices of the Year were introduced by no other than Queen Latifah!  (Blurry but she moved around a lot):...more

Sandwiched mom, Coughing Dogs and Irregular Heartbeats

It was our usual atypical school morning, when the dog may poop on the door mat or kids forget their backpacks. The dog was gag/coughing under the kitchen table. “Mommy, why’s he doing that?” Little Bro was picking at his bacon, the only thing he’ll eat for breakfast other than Ramen noodles. The poodle pup had been coughing for a couple of days, like a cat trying to cough up a fur ball. ...more

Dr. Hulking and Fish Eyes

“So how old are we now?” My mother’s ophthalmologist asked, as if he hadn’t seen her in centuries. This might seem a blatantly rude question if coming from a less hulking posture of a man dwarfing his own office to the size of a dollhouse broom closet; whose formidable stature matches his renowned expertise. My mother was undaunted: “I’ll be 95 in September. And I plan to live a long, long, long time!” ...more

Why Moms Can't Get Sick

There should be a law against mothers getting sick. A law of nature. Of our biological composition. So that from the second we commence our 24-hour-a-day vocation of raising children from scary 104-feverish infants through whining-hormonal teenage years, we never experience a single lapse in energy. ...more
Next time I have surgery, I'm checking into a hotel room.more

A Tale of Snow Woe

Ok, I don't usually post my "tales" on Saturdays, but this is a special occasion! Blizzard Nemo! Ha! So glad I don't have to live up to the name of this storm as I did with Hurricane Sandy, when my youngest would point out fallen trees on crushed cars and lament, "Mom, how could you?" ...more

Failing Eye Sight at Fifty

I can’t see. When you're teetering (wobbling, reeling?) on the brink of 50, you go blind! Well, not blind but my far-sightedness seems suddenly to have waned (we won’t discuss my near-sightedness which has been waning since my first pair of blue plastic 70's frames). ...more

At Fifty, I'm Going Blind

I can’t see. When you're teetering (wobbling, reeling?) on the brink of 50, you go blind! Well, not blind but my far-sightedness seems suddenly to have waned (we won’t discuss my near-sightedness which has been waning since my first pair of blue plastic 70's frames). ...more

Finding any excuse for laughter with y 94-year-old mom

There are few things these days that make my mother laugh.   Very few.  We used to laugh all the time. Before the aches and pains of her aging body consumed all of her laughing energy. Before just having to get up from a chair and trek to the bathroom on her walker takes all her focus.  She can cuss her body, and exclaim, “I  don’t do anything fun anymore. I never have any fun!” ...more