I hate to cook. I’m not sure if I hate it because I’m not good at it, or if I’m not good at because I hate it. Whatever the reason, I would rather clean a toilet bowl than make dinner. Fortunately for me I married a man that loves, that’s right LOVES, to cook and…
It has been a while since I’ve written on my blog. I’m working on trying to get my first novel published and finishing my second, but there is something freeing about writing for the hell of it. Not worrying about all the details. At the risk of jumping on the media bandwagon, I have a…
This is an old post, my daughter now drives, but it was sitting in drafts. I could not bear to put this memory in the trash, so here it is: My daughter is on the crew team at her high school. She has practice Monday-Thursday for 2 1/2 hours and her practice is about one…
It is Friday. When I was younger I never understood older people saying, “Thank God it’s Friday.” That sounded so defeatist to me. If you hate your job so much that you are just living for Friday then you need to change it up. These people are stuck in a rut. I will never, ever be in…
I was listening to someone on NPR this morning talk about how the Obamas held hands during their first dance at one of the Inaugural Balls. This commentator (I use the term very loosely) went on to say that Americans can really tell they are in love because this is the first time a president…
I have been crazy busy trying to write something worth reading, so I will leave this day to Walt Whitman. Regardless of your party or candidate, Enjoy the Process!: Election Day, November, 1884 by Walt Whitman (1819-1892) If I should need to name, O Western World, your powerfulest scene and show, ‘Twould not be you,…
Sprinklers. I like sprinklers. I like the Ch…Ch…ChChCh sound they make. I like their consistency. The sound of sprinklers either retires a hard fought day, or it welcomes a new day’s possibilities. No one ever runs their sprinklers during the details of the day. I live in the desert, so I do not have sprinklers…
Today is the 4th of July. Independence Day for the United States of America. My youngest daughter was taking pictures of anything and everything today and she happened to take a picture of a vase of flowers. Instead of taking a picture of the flowers she photographed the stems in the vase. I looked at…
“You are so lucky”, she said. We were discussing life and she was commenting on how lucky I was to have children, a great marriage and a career. “I am very fortunate”, I replied and we left it at that. Later that evening I got to thinking. Is it really luck? I am not sure…
