This is Optional, But It’s Not Really An Option
When the surgeon did a “wet read” of my MRI results, he said the injury was worse than he...
Category: memories
It Was Like Arriving In The Swiss Alps
When the snowmobile finally did come to a stop, a flurry of girls came running out, and they had...
Are You Claustrophobic?
Well, I finally did get that cup of tea… but I had many miles to go, and a high...
A Miserable, Blustery Day That Called for Nothing But A Cup of Tea
It was one of those miserable, blustery days, with low visibility that makes me think of nothing else than...
The Essence of Things
I am finding homes for that stray stack of photos I have piled up. The same stack that’s been...
I Miss Feeding Him
I picked up the little boy from a play date today. While standing in the kitchen there, the boy’s mom,...
You Have To Be Really Careful Around This Curve…
The college boy is rowing. New this year. When I picked him up to come home for Christmas, he...
All The Things I Can’t Tell You About What Happened In New York
At a party last Friday, my story about my trip to NYC went off like a bomb. And through...
Flea Market Finds
I am the best mom ever! Abbey Road on vinyl! Did you know, according to Wikipedia,  The recording sessions for...