I am not sure if it’s because I was recalling memories of some ,not so kind things my Father did to me while I was growing up yesterday. Or the fact that my son sent me this picture of my Granddaughter last night. Or if it was the perfect storm of the timing of them … More Once upon a time
Ever have one of those days , you know the ones where you ask yourself the following questions. Is there a full moon? Is there something in the water? Is this supposed to be a life lesson and I just keep missing the message? One of those days, where one minute you are fine , … More Saturday night fever
I wasn’t going to post this, but then I spent the weekend with my friend of 38 years and we had a discussion about this, and although she feels not exactly the same as I do about Middle age, we touched on some similarities. So I am sharing it for her , for myself, … More Hey middle age, kiss this!
If you ask my Mother about me growing up, she will always say the same thing. ” She was the perfect child. She was always happy as a baby, always coercing a smile out of someone, sweet in nature, everyone loved her…… Until she turned 13, then all hell broke loose.” Everything happened when … More Moving along part 7-Love on the rocks
We just moved in to Bee Bee road, on the 2nd floor of the apartment building. We were the last unit on the left . We were the first ones to live in this space, I still remember the smell of the new carpet and paint, somehow knowing I had never lived in such … More Moving along- part 6. We don’t need no stinkin men, do we?
So, it’s official. I have officially moved under the same roof as my Mother. My darling, sweet, 74 year old , GOD HELP ME , Mother.
I have scoured the earth looking for the right man. Okay, really I have stayed in the confines of the state of Minnesota and Wisconsin, but trust me when I say , that” feels” like the entire earth when looking for Mr Right. I am not that hard to please. I’m not. Stop laughing. I … More Practically Magic
Recently a friend of mine came for a weekend visit. She was feeling on the edge of destruction. “Hanging by a thread” she said. About to do something drastic in her life. She wanted to run away , she couldn’t take it anymore. Frazzled, strung out, stretched to thin, on the edge of a cliff, … More Sweet Cherry pie.