There is no catching air with my fingers. There is no capturing a moment in time. Memories blur as I reach for them Eluding my grasp Evading my efforts to clutch them to my chest To brand them on my brain Dancing away Just like she did. And all my struggles to resuscitate to resurrect …
Can you smell the green stuff from here? I still can. Give my used-to-be white, yet now, strangely splotchily mint-green, turkeypoop covered dog a bath. The aroma? My dear, you have NO idea. Be stuck as an adult suffering from a lack of voice that has been stolen by a wickedly evil cough, seated in …
Do you use Pinterest? It’s fun, and can be quite addictive, I’m told. I’m NOT addicted to it, and due to the story I’m about to tell you, I may not ever be addicted. Because PAIN is an effective deterrent for most of us in the prevention of addictions. And people, let me tell you: …
Remember The Partridge Family? Remember little Danny Partridge?Image from here. The title to this post was supposed to have been: “Top Ten Life Stories That I Will Never Live Down”. (You see, I’m writing this as a response to a writing prompt given to me by MamaKat, over on Mama’s Losin’ It.) But, really, why …
Who’ve traveled in and out … and in and out… and in and out…. my door. In backwards order, here are the top 5 dogs of my life: 5. Pilgrim Pee Dog – the neurotic German Shepherd 4. Deacon D. Dawg – old Iron Tum, the Yellow Labrador 3. Memphis – the mutt who looked …
Bless her heart: she was really a Mom, and glad about it, too. Mama Kat asked me to write a post telling how I knew I was really a Mom. I thought of several incidents – isolated stories that I could tell, where I knew, for sure, that I was really and truly somebody’s mom, but …
Do you see what I see? Said the night wind to the little lamb: “Do you see what I see? Way up in the sky, little lamb.” Well, how about it? Do you see what I see? I’ll bet you don’t. You probably see a lovely tree, covered in twinkling lights, surrounded by presents, with …
It’s funny how one thing leads to another… Remember how the other day I did a post on 5 Things? (Like Five Things that You Don’t Know About Me; and Five Things That I Know Nothing About; and Five Things I’m Knowledgeable About; and Five Things I Believe.) That topic came from Mama Kat‘s Pretty …
Wonder why I’m sporting a halo? Me, too. But, read on… Oy, vey. Talk about your navel gazing post. Sheesh. I only did this for you, MamaKat, because you prompted me, darn you, through your pretty much world famous Writer’s Workshop. 5 Things You Don’t Know About Me: I laugh loudly. But you can’t hear …
In No Particular Order: 1. Thousands of jellyfish, floating underneath the swimming pool raft that I was lying on, belly down, in the Adriatic. I could not put a finger or toe in the water without getting stung. Jellyfish don’t swim: they drift with the current. And so do air mattresses. 2. My then boyfriend/soon-to-be-fiancée’s …