Saturday, February 15, 2020
When son Rich, grandson Matt and I flew to Tampa International for Christmas week at my daughter’s home in Clearwater, it was to be a family gathering, a time for me to meet my daughter’s mother-in-law. Family came from all over the country, but Gen was too sick to join the celebration. We’d have to... Sign in to see full entry.
Friday, February 14, 2020
First time I'd heard of "Galentine's Day."
Apparently - especially among Sex and the City fans, Feb. 13 is a day for girlfriends, sisters and co-worker buddies to celebrate one another. Quite a change from the days when we celebrated at school - the prettiest, most popular girls gathering trophy hearts from more boys than others - even... Sign in to see full entry.
Thursday, February 13, 2020
ABOUT THE ADDICT - A PROBLEM FACED BY TOO MANY
ON MY SON'S BIRTHDAY I am worn out with worry over whether you’re cold, hungry, sick, alone, weeping for everything or nothing. I pray someone holds you close, warms you, feeds you. I hope there is flickering firelight a strumming guitar, lullabies to remind you how angels keep watch as you sleep.... Sign in to see full entry.
Tuesday, February 11, 2020
NO WONDER I WAS CONFUSED
MIXED MESSAGES It's true, mama doesn’t criticize dust bunnies any more or grab a rag and polish smudges from my cupboard door She didn’t tell me when I married she thought the guy was wrong but five years--two kids later claimed she’d known it all along She doesn’t tell me now to sit up straight or... Sign in to see full entry.
Monday, February 10, 2020
SOMETHING I JUST DUG UP
THE LIAR’S OBIT With cold intent you patterned lies of whole cloth, pinned them to fit your manikin, repeated them until you forgot you were their designer. Each day I scan the death notices looking for your name, for the appointed time and place to view what remains. Like doubting Thomas I will not... Sign in to see full entry.
Saturday, February 8, 2020
FEBRUARY: THE BASEMENT
It was a year very much like this year; winter dragged along, one cold gray day after another, endless boring days when it was too wet and miserable for the kids to go outside. They spent their weekends bickering over nothing, throwing a ball around the living room and lying about how the lamp got... Sign in to see full entry.
THE WHISTLEBLOWER'S LAMENT
Four and twenty blackbirds in an impeach pie noticed plots unfolding, witnessed every lie. When the pie was finished, the birds began to sing: He says revenge is only mine, for I am like your king. And what he wants is what he'll have, thus we will pay the price Because he's way above the law and... Sign in to see full entry.
Friday, February 7, 2020
AULD ACQUAINTANCE REMEMBERED
We usually sing “Auld Lang Syne” as part of our New Year’s Eve celebrations but yesterday would have been my former husband’s 82nd birthday. I’ve been thinking about our time together and what he meant to all of us. It’s mostly a fond memory. Our divorce and his subsequent 20 year marriage to the... Sign in to see full entry.
Thursday, February 6, 2020
HUNKS
During a short break in the chaos on Tuesday, as I carried While You Were Out notices to the girls in the back room because I had no idea what extension number they answered, I came upon a conversation in progress. The girls at The Center were talking about the upcoming Academy Awards and which... Sign in to see full entry.
Wednesday, February 5, 2020
CHAOS AT THE CENTER
It was anything but a typical Tuesday at The Center yesterday. The boss was gone as the required host a bus excursion to Chattanooga, Tennessee and Key West. The place has been chaotic lately. In fact it’s been a Keystone Kops situation. Things, they are a-changing. Two weeks ago the computer at the... Sign in to see full entry.