Category: Writing

 Mothers are known to carry treasures in their purses. You know, Kleenex, Band-Aids, chewing gum, cough drops, extra pens, spare change, blank paper, etc. Kind of like ‘standard issue’ goods necessary for motherhood. And my mom had the same contents on her person for three generations. Now, that is a lot of ‘mom-stuff’!             But…

I think it is time that I reveal that I do indeed know the origin of some of this country’s woes. I will focus on health care. It all started with Snoopy band-aids. Now…I have nothing against Snoopy; he’s a cartoon dog and I like all dogs, made-up or otherwise. But when folks were given…

A childhood summer is laced in magic. It is like a season within a season. The first days of a silenced alarm clock reflect hours oozing with laziness and that great joy of sleeping in, sleeping over, and sleeping between spring and fall. It is hard to confine images and moments of summer to one…

Some folks who know me rather well, have indicated that I might harbor a slight symptom of Adult Attention Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder. I must admit I have a high energy level and tend to spin a lot of plates at once. And not just the ones I am eating from. (I’ll never get used to…

Father’s Day. Is it a bag of mixed emotions for you, too? My father and I loved one another and I have a plethora of rich memories. But my father wasn’t perfect, and I think the demons he fought were wrought by the pressure to be just that. It is true; we had some dark…

We’ve all done it. Run into that person that you kinda know and after the polite chit-chat, say, “Let’s do lunch.” Yeah, sure. Not that we’re insincere, but women know that “doing lunch” is serious stuff. We can’t waste our lunch tickets for more superficial ‘weather channel’ conversation. No sirree. When females lunch, it is…

First impressions are lasting. Especially between neighbors. This was never truer than when I moved into my new house and did battle with the trash collectors. Being new, I was going to supervise my first day of pick-up. I looked out the window and saw the trash truck drive by. Like, completely without hesitation drive…

Moving takes guts. Truly. No matter what the circumstances…first home, newly built home, eviction, foreclosure, downsizing, retirement nest…it is hard stuff. Packing up all your belongings and memories in a box is like peeling off a layer of your soul. Oh sure, new adventures await, but it is a bit like being off balance. Familiar…

I’m kinda liking how folks are telling each other that we’re ‘fine’.You know….one person gets in the other’s way and says, “Oh, I’m sorry!” and the other guy says, “Oh you’re fine.” How nice! It is good to wake up and amble through the day and have perfect strangers reaffirm our ‘fineness’. ‘Fine’ is a…

Not all sisters are created equal. Yeah…my one sis enjoyed owning a ski boat and an RV. My oldest sister got to drive around the Windy City in a Lotus Europa. I still remember the slogan that came with it:”If you don’t know what it is, you won’t know how to drive it.” Heck-I don’t…