The Detective and The Case of the Missing Lol
What does a police detective do after he retires? Who knows? It's a mystery.
Ladies, I have a question. When did the world run out of pants for women? I mean they still have some right? You know, the kind with buttons, zippers, and pockets? Or were they outlawed and I missed the memo? I don't hate yoga pants. I really don't. I won't let my daughter wear them... Continue Reading →
Missing my mom…
My mother died on a Wednesday in September almost 13 years ago at the age of 66. Lauren, my youngest, was almost 6 years old at the time . They were very close. Lauren actually reminds me of mom a lot. They both shared a kindness towards people in need that I think is rare. But beyond that, they both empathize with people deeply. I can see a person hurting and in need and help them, mom and Lauren felt what they felt. They hurt when other people hurt. They are affected by other people’s pain immediately and, sometimes, damaged by it.
Mom had been sick for weeks before her death. We knew it was serious. I had talked to Lauren about it but I knew she didn’t understand. I wasn’t to sure I did either. I was so not interested in a world without my mom. I felt like…
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I actually wrote this three years ago, and for reasons I cannot at all understand, I felt compelled to re-post it today, here and now. It was the third part of a story that has no real end. A TALE OF TWO SISTERS: GRADUATION Once, when the world was young, it trickled by, stopping here... Continue Reading →
Half a waffle? The other day, and due to reasons well beyond my control, I turned 55. By the other day I mean about four months ago, and I was not at the time at all really impressed by the fact that I turned 55. That was until I realized that reaching this important and... Continue Reading →
Not 5 minutes from where I live is one of my favorite coffee shops. It's a small and cozy place that sits in a commercial plaza filled with other food or drink business of one type or another. The entire plaza here is surrounded by trees, mostly palm trees, as that is the official adopted... Continue Reading →
Thirty Miles. It's the length of the Island of Guam. That's a U.S. territory for those of you that slept through history class in high school. That's all I remember about it now. Thirty miles. Something about us invading it, then losing it, then getting it back again also lingers in my mind when I... Continue Reading →
Have you ever carved your name onto a tree or scratched it onto some rock? Have you wondered how long it would remain there even after you are gone? I suppose we all have. And I suppose we are all fated never to know the answer to that question. A book I read recently expressed... Continue Reading →
“I have read or been told that in a book of etiquette of the seventeenth century the very first rule forbids you to tell your dreams to other people, since they cannot possibly be of interest to them.” ― Isak Dinesen, Out of Africa and Shadows on the Grass Lately people have been talking to... Continue Reading →
How would you like it if I slapped you on your ass? First thing every morning I take Blue out for his walk. Blue has this thing he does where he has to pee on no less than one thousand things before he comes back in. Sometimes though, he takes this one long pee somewhere... Continue Reading →
