Last week, Hank received a card in the mail. It read: Hi Hank! How are you? I haven't seen you for awhile, so I hope you are ok and still getting a lot of exercise. I hope your allergies are not too bad this year. Hank's card from Donna. I am walking but not as … Continue reading A good egg
Recently Brian (my husband) and I were discussing the "Game of Thrones" craziness* and we both agreed with a snobby sense of pride that neither one of us had ever watched the show and had no intentions to, ever. What turns us off so much? The show has dragons. I don't like dragons. Don't get … Continue reading GoT dragons?
To get mine, all it took was an epic public meltdown. I was trying to "install" the 1940's wooden screen frames I'd neglected outside to the midwestern elements for an entire year into our porch. Who knew they'd be completely warped and ruined? I figured it wasn't anything a swinging hammer or kicking foot couldn't … Continue reading The simple pleasures of a screened porch
"Alex isn't here," were the first words from Hazel as we exited the auditorium. We had just finished college signing day for Hazel with interviews, photos and numerous congratulatory hugs from supportive friends and coaches. She was on cloud nine with the spotlight on her yet she was thinking about her little sister and how … Continue reading Spring Camp: Day 3
I watched a movie from beginning to end in one sitting, not counting Hank's potty breaks. This is a profound achievement not accomplished in years. All possible because Alex isn't here. It isn't that she stops me from watching movies but the movies I want to watch, like ones about Ted Bundy, are usually watched … Continue reading Spring Camp: Day 2
Alex,* my soon-to-be 13-year-old daughter, has been at camp for less than 24 hours and everyone in the family is missing her. I think even Hank, our dog feels the void. Her bed is looking extra empty. The most surprising of all is how much Hazel misses her little sister. She sought the cuddles of … Continue reading Spring Camp: Day 1
I’ll admit it. Sometimes I can be a bit of a stingy whiner. I don’t understand all the fuss over some of life’s traditions. I see them as a hassle and often a waste of money. Some examples include, buying a new dress for a high school dance (can’t you just wear one you already … Continue reading At the dance, unadorned