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.
This morning I was sitting on the beat-up wicker chair in my bedroom, tying my shoes. I looked across to the bed just as Little Richard tippy-toed over to cuddle up next to Mick, nestling his head on top of Mick’s upper back. Is it love? Or a show of fealty, acknowledging Mick’s dominance in their relationship? I can’t read dogs’ minds, but I can … Continue reading Lover vs. Beloved
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
Some of my favorite people are all excited about the new “Wonder Woman” movie. Lori is a lawyer, judge, mother of teenagers, and hilarious author. She actually makes Wonder Woman look like a slacker, in my book. Beautiful Alyssa not only resembles Wonder Woman, but after putting in a very busy week in management for the area YMCA, she teaches and takes yoga classes, trains … Continue reading Wonder Woman from the rear view mirror
This post is, most of all, a message to friends and family: I no longer will answer the phone unless I recognize the number. Please leave a message. Don’t ever assume I’ll call you back because I won’t, unless I’ve known that was your number since the fifth grade. The biggest problem is, I hate saying no. Hate it! All those people who call who … Continue reading I’m just a girl who can’t say no
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