Mourning Christmas.. nana got run over
You may want to sing the ‘grandma got run over by reindeer’ song when you finish reading this. I have decided to ‘come clean’ on
a blog for my third life
You may want to sing the ‘grandma got run over by reindeer’ song when you finish reading this. I have decided to ‘come clean’ on
Two glorious days off.. my writing has dwindled down to almost nothing. My stories are bundled up inside of me waiting for me to exhale! Time
Being old and in my senior years and a woman to boot, well hmmm.. who is going to listen to me? Certainly not my children,
Painting my almost two years old, granddaughters toenails, we are practically nose to nose. Face to face, I gaze into her trusting big beautiful eyes
I wrote the following over a year ago.. remember the journalist Jamal Khashoggi, killed and dismembered in Turkey? He was self-exiled ex-pat from Saudi Arabia
Two pigs heads in my bathtub.. what was I thinking? Well obviously I wasn’t, if I had a thought, it was ‘don’t forget them there’
Everyday heroes .. are you one of these? Recently I was honored with a most unusual compliment.. a well respected woman whom I admire greatly
Well this sickness that envelopes me is starting to recede. I can feel good health sneaking back into my life. It comes in increments, like
Living a pain-filled life has got to be one of the hardest sacrifices we make for family and self. Being brand new to this, I
I woke up that morning, well actually it was the tenth time I woke up that morning.. wanting to punch someone in the face. No one