I Always Hated to Cook.
I always hated to cook. My mother loved her kitchen time. Mike and I were the clean-up crew. No problem. If not for help from an elementary school friend, thank…
I Never was a Cat Person
I never was a cat person. I would tolerate the strays my daughter regularly brought home (uggg) but never invested emotionally to any—except maybe Igby, who was tragically strangled when he…
Ode to Barbie
Barbie’s official birthday is March 9, 1959, the day she was officially introduced to the world. In its first year, 300,000 Barbie dolls were sold for $3 each. Even if you…
Ode to My Daughter
Circa 1955: "My mother was like sand. The kind that warms you on a beach when you come shivering out of the cold water. The kind that clings to your…
Ode to My Bookshelf: “In the End, We All Become Stories.” –Margaret Atwood
Ah, how good it is to be among people who are reading. --Rainer Maria Rilke A man's bookcase will tell you everything you'll ever need to know about him. –Walter Mosley, crime…
Airing of Grievances, Top Ten 2021
Cones of Shame Honking at me for crossing the street too slowly. I’m still thinking about it. Pasty-faced businessmen that drive jacked-up pickup trucks. Plus-size tops with pockets on the…
In Waverly, a Park Filled with Murals has Become a Memorial for Flood Victims
From: https://wpln.org. DAMON MITCHELL DECEMBER 2, 2021. Paige PflegerWPLN News At the front of The Walls Art Park, a painting of 7-month-old twins, Rileigh and Ryan Rigney, sits on South…
My Boots
One of my favorite gifts ever and one I treasure displaying on my bedroom-wide bookshelf is a vintage pair of tanned buffalo hide high-top Shoshone moccasins. My ex-husband bought them…
Hear Ye Hear Ye: Appreciate Those Ears!
I have had my hearing aids for maybe six weeks now. They are at 80%, giving my brain time to adjust before full tilt. Things I can hear now: my…