Category: Writing

I don’t quite get this ‘swag’ thing. Does it come a kind of curtain that dips down? Is it like the walk someone imitates from an old western? Does it mean you’re part of a group? Does it stand for something like: Single Women Are Great? Seeds Will Actually Grow? Sexy Wrinkles Are Gorgeous! If…

A Mother’s Day rich in laughter, stories, silly pranks–all laced in love. Kids racing around, truths revealed, special gifts and tears. This mother is rich beyond measure as the celebration of motherhood melts into reality. An hour ago I watched my youngest son leave the nest for the big dream in L.A. Perhaps that is…

The newspaper shares disheartening news. Facebook reveals some rants and raves. The television conjures up fear for ratings. How nice it is to have a goofy dog like Max who bounds into your morning with such enthusiasm for the day and sheer joy that I am (finally) awake. He smiles with his entire body and…