It all started with a gift.
Last year when we visited our son in CA, he was horrified that his dad, my guy, still refused to use a suitcase with wheels.
“Real men carry their bags,” my guy declared. Continue reading
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Kinky Parking Karma
I never go to a mall during the holidays. I rarely go any other time either, but the month of December is decidedly off limits.
Except for today. It’s a few days after Christmas and I still haven’t bought “the” sweatshirt that my 15-year-old grandson wants.
It’s not a special sweatshirt. Continue reading
In the Upstairs Hallway
I moved in with a man I’d known for 11 months with my two children, ages 2 and 4.
He was a confirmed bachelor.
I was a newly divorced, single mom vowing to never live with a man again. Continue reading
What’s Your Voice?
My high school photo.
My voice has lowered over time. Not purposely. Age has made it softer and, if I talk for too long, hoarser.
I used to be a good public speaker; in high school and college when I had to perform for pageants and plays, I used my voice as my talent, reciting well-known poems and stories with verve and veracity. Continue reading
Winging It
We’re told by philosophers to “live one day at a time.” To not worry about the future nor think about the past. These admonishments ring true, but that’s not how we humans seem to be wired.
I often hear family and friends reminisce: “remember when we…,” and “I wish we still could…”
Conversely, I hear, “In a few years, I’m afraid I won’t be able to….” Or “what will happen if…?” Continue reading
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