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“Memory is a crazy woman that hoards colored rags and throws away food.” Austin O’Malley Early this morning I awake to a murder of crows hiding out in my magnolia tree probably trying to verify if the heady conspiracy of an extra garbage day is true or not. I listen to their crazy banter as […]

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I am settling into retirement as if a bull in the chute before a rodeo. All I can say is someone was a little overzealous with the flank strap.  All I do is run in circles creating dust, bucking the system, and getting nowhere.  Oh, and my cowboy, has been avidly vocalizing his displeasure with […]

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Early this morning, when the sun is peeking over the horizon, I leap out of bed, well sort of, with this thought chasing me down the hall, “there will never be a day exactly like today.” Larry is taking a training course which starts at 6:00 am sharp, I faintly hear the alarm go off […]

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Okay, I feel like an absolute fool for writing, “Let’s Make 2020 Unresolute,” I mean really, could any year be more unresolute? All I can say is hangnails seem much less annoying and never did I ever think I’d feel sorry for travel agents? That’s all I got. Alex Hagan says “for all the talk […]

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Like it or not, each day begins with a sunrise and ends at sunset, we have little control over how this story begins or ends. As Susy Kassem says, every spark returns to darkness, every sound returns to silence, and every flower returns to sleep, the journey of the sun and moon is predictable, but […]

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Family update, not that you asked, but I’m just getting over my PTS from last week, and I could use a little support from things that don’t slither or build webs. Even gratuitous interest is welcome. Something I knew, but conveniently forgot, three-year-olds scream. A lot. It’s sort of an ear-piercing howl that lingers in […]

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You might think you have everything figured out, you’re batting a thousand, then life throws you a curveball, and no matter how fast or slow it comes at you, you have to decide in a split second how you’re going to manage the play. I tend to bunt. I used to think nothing will ever […]

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“How you doing?” I asked my Mom this question at the beginning of almost every call, or visit, and her answer was always the same. “I’m fine,” even in her final days. This was not a conversation, it was a pattern, our pattern. I knew she was not fine. She knew she was not fine. […]