Dog walking is a big deal in San Miguel, almost a status symbol. Pockets of people gather daily in multiple locations to give their pets the ‘pack’ experience of running, playing, growling, fighting, panting, competing and, of course, taking care of their bodily needs in public. Their tongues are hanging out, feet covered in mud,… Continue reading Dogs and Humans After Covid
Not many things surprise me, or even twitch my eyebrows upward. That was, however, before I visited a family member’s home in a small Texas town last month. I thought I was entering a movie scene, a takeoff of a modern day wild west film. Or maybe it was a documentary showing life in a… Continue reading Where to Wear Your Gun
Take a walk with me down the yellow brick road to ‘What If…” It’s a hard road to maneuver because we aren’t certain where it will lead, who will be traveling with us, and how long it will take. But, relax, and let’s explore this trek together. What if we have the same names as we… Continue reading What If…?
Silence pierces the quiet, and I strain to hear voices. Are they here, or have they slipped out without alerting me? A visitor in my step daughter’s home for a month and quietness permeates the walls. They seem to whisper, murmuring. Or is it my deafness that mutes their voices? Cabinet doors shut with barely… Continue reading Silence
If you are going to change things, find someone who knows how to help you, and affix them permanently to your side. Or you can live in darkness wandering around the forest biting your nails, yelling to the heavens, gritting your teeth, and succumbing to desperate pleas to your computer that pays no attention to… Continue reading The Dangers of Change
Things I wish I had said or done. Things I wish I hadn’t said or done. Those were the questions someone asked recently, and my stomach roiled, my eyes went into the deer in the headlight’s mode, and I felt the need to run from the room to hide in disgrace under the bed. The… Continue reading My Legacy
You were my first sexual partner. But not my last. You were my first husband. But not my last. You were my first divorce. But not my last. You were my first failure. But not my last. You weren’t the first to die, I guess firsts aren’t all they’re cracked up to be.
For many years I didn’t believe I would ever retire. It was not a money issue, but a matter of desire. I loved working, and couldn’t imagine I wouldn’t want to work forever…or for as long as my health held out. I was fearful of retirement, not sure what I would do, afraid I’d lose… Continue reading A Time to Retire
It’s been 27 years since I lived through the devastating earthquake in Northridge, California. You would think after two decades the memories would be diminished, but in fact, they make my heart beat faster, and create an almost panic feeling of helplessness. It triggers my need to flee, quickly. But there is often no place… Continue reading Friends to the Rescue
To like or dislike is not the question, but rather in what way we use it. It is common for me to declare, “I don’t like her or him”, perhaps based on their political views, their religious believes, their attitude toward minorities, or the way they look at me. And I have to remind myself… Continue reading Like and Dislike
that little voice 