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August 30, 2017

It should’ve been a blissfully quiet Saturday morning in the lovely month of May. A “rural” marina called Wacca Wache in SC. Far away from the hustle and bustle of Charleston City Marina SC. Where, incidentally, they found a foot in a shoe on the dock the day we left.


August 28, 2017

You are staring at eight bundles of canine energy with no idea of which one to pick. Suddenly one separates itself from the melee. It rolls over to display a fat pink tummy, struggles back on to four stubby legs and waddles in you direction.

You are lost. Doomed. You’ve...

August 25, 2017

And here’s my list.

PIANIST. I want to be one of the best in the world. I want to play with the best orchestras. I want to play in hallowed concert halls around the globe. On a Steinway if possible.

As I’m writing this I visualize the orchestra. Everyone in black in whit...

August 23, 2017

I clearly remember walking the beach as a little girl and the thrill of discovering a huge and beautiful shell.

It was empty, but that didn’t matter. I’d rinse it, standing knee deep in the small waves rolling in off the Atlantic Ocean. Then, holding it to my ear, I wou...

August 21, 2017

Thanks to my friend Wikipedia (which we all know should be approached with care); this is a short list of diets available.

Vegetarian diets.

  • Semi-vegetarian diets.

Weight Control diets.

  • Very low calorie diets.

  • Low-carbohydrate diets.

  • Low-fat diets.


August 18, 2017

I’m old school. When I go to church I like to see a dude up there in a suit and white tie. Or a Roman collar. Or a priest in a liturgical garment, color depending on the season.

In my pea sized brain it was truly a man’s world, that of the pulpit. The Holy Sacrament of...

August 16, 2017

Right now I’m in Survival Mode. Grief, it appears, is not done with me.

Sadness rolls over me relentlessly. Wrapping me in endless darkness.

I huddle into this cocoon. Not wanting to leave. There’s comfort in allowing the tears to flow. I allow the pain to squeeze until...

August 14, 2017

I allowed myself a total meltdown. I mean as in a complete shuddering shaking mess.

No delicate sniffling. No unobtrusive wiping of a teardrop from the corner of my eye. No gentle pressing of a Kleenex to my quivering lips.

Oh no. This was the real thing and a long time...

August 11, 2017

I’m a little bit of everything and not much of anything.

Not too old, neither young.

Not too pretty, not too ugly.

Not too fat, not too thin.

Not too tall, not too short.

Not really an introvert and not really an extrovert. I’m a bit of a chameleon. It’s called being adapta...

August 9, 2017

More or less a year ago, on a rainy day, like today, the HOTH (Head of the House) aka The Captain, was surfing Craig’s List looking for dinghies. Which I considered strange considering we’d bought one.

“Come look,” he said, with that lilt in his voice which translates t...

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