Looking behind, in my mind’s eye, I see my mom. Fifteen years since her death and every one of them has brought me closer to her in an evolving appreciation.
Read MoreThe fact is: I need an emoji intervention. And, apparently, I’ll have to do it myself because here’s the hard truth, my friends are all emoji-enablers!
Read MoreWorry. It’s something I worry about. If it were an Olympic event, I’m certain I’d place in the top ten, possibly medal.
Read MoreMore importantly, what about Ms. Punxsutawney Phil? Personally, I just love her; she stays in her burrow. Why? Because it’s cold out there, people!
Read MoreIf I played guitar, not in a strumming- sing-around-the-campfire kind of way, but more like Bonnie Raitt’s slide guitar that moans melancholy and emanates yearning with every string, I’d pick up that instrument today and compose the post-holiday blues.
Read MoreMy future includes the hard plans, you know, the nuts and bolts of career, travel, retirement, etc. But it is the soft goods I’m more interested in.
Read MoreOkay. It seemed like a good idea at the time. But looking back, I see there were signposts along the way. Ones that all but screamed, “Stop! Can’t you just buy a costume like reasonable people!”
Read MoreI am terrible at saying goodbye. This, I know, to be a truth. It has always been the case. There is a simple ripping in my chest when even thinking about saying the word, let alone acknowledging the feeling.
Read MoreI know I am treading on sacred ground when I talk about how people use their cell phones. It’s personal.
Read MoreIn-laws. How strange a concept and suspiciously close to outlaws.
Read MoreMidnight passed. He was the eldest dog in the neighborhood. The sage, the one who’d woof hello and amble down the lane for his daily walk, slowly, deliberately, with a kind of elder regality.
Read MoreI have been called a Pollyanna more than once in my life. Alright, truth is, the moniker may have been tossed my way over a thousand times by now.
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