I love my little fish pond out back with its waterfall and reeds and lily pads. Frogs hang out on the rocks ringing the water. I can hear their banjo-twanging calls at night in the spring, in particular, just beyond my bedroom window. The pond is one of the reasons why I fell in love with this little house. I’ve lived here for two winters … Continue reading I’m a fish nonna!
I’d like to think that if my dad was still alive, and if he could have gotten his friends involved, he would have spent every morning and many afternoons of his retirement years on Facebook. It would have taken a leap of faith on his part, but knowing Bob, he could have convinced his buddies to join him online. Bob and the guys would have … Continue reading Channeling Bob
Now, please bear with me here. I have two stories to tell you. One kind of begat the other. And though Gina came first, the email I received from my friend Sue later the same day is what inspired today’s post. Here’s how it started: The hilarious author and speaker Gina Barreca’s weekly column in the Hartford Courant really tickled my funny bone this week. … Continue reading Funerals and Friendly Skies
When did it happen? When was the very last time a man told me to SMILE? And despite really wanting to tell him to shut up and get away from me, I smiled. It always seemed churlish not to comply, right? Well, it’s been many years since a man demanded a smile from me. Many, MANY years. And here’s why: I believe a man only … Continue reading Don’t tell me to smile, fool
For the past month or so we’ve been on a quest to find a new recliner for my mother. Her old one is, well, old, and to top it off, a spring plunked upon the floor beneath her just the other night. I’d say it’s time. But here’s the thing. My mother is particular. I have no problem with that because I’m quite picky, myself. … Continue reading Goldilocks has nothing on Norma
My desk is almost clean. Almost. The left side that was stacked with papers and business cards and bills and bank statements and God-knows-what-else has been attacked. I threw out most of it and organized the rest. I finally called the businesses whose cards I’d saved: Little Luxury Day Spa to order more moisturizer and Spot-On! Dog Training to make an appointment with a trainer … Continue reading A catch-up morning. Hold the mustard.
Last night two dear friends said things to me that I found so perplexing, I had to go back and read my last few blog posts this morning. This is just a short note to all and sundry to let you know that life is good and, please, don’t take my self-deprecatory humor to heart. So, at a class dinner, Brenda said she loves my … Continue reading Don’t cry for me, Argentina, or Cleveland, or anywhere else. I’m fine, boo!
First, I’d like to thank a number of neighbors who have rose bushes planted near the sidewalk in front of their homes. I stop to smell everyone’s roses each day when I walk the dogs. I am a cliche. At least one pair of large, handsome blue jays have claimed my yard as part of their territory. On the one hand, they are magnificent to … Continue reading Thoughts on this Saturday
That’s right. Short and stout. Now, a chubby little teapot conjures up sweet images, does it not? A pastel-flowered, porcelain vessel with matching, delicate cups and saucers, accompanied by warm scones with jam and cream. An old-fashioned nursery song acted out by precious preschoolers. A Neti pot when you . . . oh, never mind. However, the mental snapshot of a height-challenged, overweight middle-aged (oh, … Continue reading I’m a little teapot
My son Chris called earlier this morning. I told him I was just about to start writing and had penned more than a thousand words on my novel yesterday. He congratulated me on my work ethic (or something) and I thought, why don’t I do that every day? Indeed. Why don’t I do that every day? If I had done that since beginning this work … Continue reading Me and Tolstoy