What can one say…
I was floored by my son’s request this morning.
It has been on my mind ever since. A heaviness in my heart.
I shared it with a couple of friends who were sympathetic.
These are the kinds of things that stop me in my tracks.
What can one say…
I was floored by my son’s request this morning.
It has been on my mind ever since. A heaviness in my heart.
I shared it with a couple of friends who were sympathetic.
These are the kinds of things that stop me in my tracks.
On January 5, 2016, I published a tongue in cheek post:
Faking It With Mary Tyler Moore
Now a year later, Mary Tyler Moore is dead.
The upside of cleaning closets is to find sweet little notes like this treasure.
In case you are wondering (and I know you are), I have a love-hate relationship with gas.
I am nervous when something seems to go wrong such as a wonky pilot light.
I often leave a window or door partially open when using gas.
As a new bride I brought no domestic skills into my marriage. I was worthless!
My husband did not care as he was adept at so many things many of which he learned from his incredible mother Mabes.
Plus, he had learned to take care of himself thanks to the Army and living on his own. Continue reading “Happy Birthday Mabes!”
Here we are in December!
These are my last “free” days before the fluster and flurry of the holidays begin. Continue reading “Deer in the Headlights”
Marginalized.
It is a word that my friends and I toss around.
It describes the feeling we have when the world passes us by. Continue reading “The World Needs More You In It”
It was another day of endless rain in Portland. *
I admit, I wasn’t in the best mood. I was tired. I was sad.