Her name is Mary Anne, she works in the OR recovery unit at City Hospital
I learned two vitally important things yesterday from my day surgery at City Hospital. This may sound really trivial to most but to me it
is happiness only as good as your supply of coffee crisp chocolate bars?
Are you getting tired or dare I say depressed with this lockdown? As for myself, I am loath to admit any sort of depression.
Welcome to my blog, purely personal and hopefully entertaining.
I answer to Nana or Mom, sometimes hey you.. and ‘babe’, a past lovers pet name for me. I am old enough to have three
hindsight is 20/20 (letter to the editor published Nov. 3 Star Phoenix)
Leaving 2020 behind will be a lesson we will not soon forget. I’m not even sure if most of us have comprehended how our world
Vodka peach schnapps and cranberry juice.. crying all the way
Eight months into this twilight zone of my life right now, has me questioning why I am constantly crying at anything sad on TV. Changing
over-qualified.. my first life as a doctor, lawyer, therapist, confidant and hairstylist
“I think my husband is cheating on me” she confided in a whisper, “you need a lawyer” I suggested. I only suggested the lawyer because
waiting to exhale.. NOT!
WAITING TO EXHALE.. NOT! I’m watching home movies taken with a video camera, the old fashioned kind, the tapes are six hours long. Then recording
happy endings .. kill me now
Happy endings, kill me now. I’m not sure what generation bastardized my ‘happy endings’ but trust me I am not happy! Don’t get me wrong
thanksgiving forgets.. it happens
THANKSGIVING FORGETS.. IT HAPPENS I will preface this by saying I think we’ve all done it, at one time or another. It could have been
Remember when?
remember when Remember those nude pictures of yourself.. ok semi-nude? no clouds for them, they were called Polaroid’s