The stories and glories of hugging a stranger a day ... and other life lessons
October 31, 2018
I hate tunnels.
And small spaces.
And elevators. Especially those dinky ones in old hotels in Europe where you can see each floor, and your life, groaning and squeaking past.
There are two bridges and two tunnels connecting the Eastern Shore of Virginia in the United Stat...
October 29, 2018
Doggie Doo at least is picked up. Most of the time.
Sadly, no-one has realized what a wonderful writer I am. Waiting to be discovered. To be picked up.
There are 12 million people blogging via social media networks. Another 6.7 million are on blogging sites. Most blogger...
October 26, 2018
When you’re somewhere you don’t want to be. And have to do something you don’t want to do.
That’s when your real character shows.
It could be as simple as landing in an impromptu dinner group where you don’t feel like eating or socializing but there you are. For at least...
October 24, 2018
Or, What swimming laps taught me.
My hand cramps as I write faster and faster. Trying to keep up with the thought waves building. Trusting I’ll be able to read those chicken scratches when I put on my editing hat.
I grab the castor oil and feverishly massage the pad of m...
October 22, 2018
That was me. The Man upstairs had been awfully quiet for too long.
Grumble. Grumble. Grumble.
This time it was Anne Graham Lotz (The late Billy Graham’s daughter) who kicked me in my well-padded rear.
“Have you ever felt as though God has abandoned you? If so go back to t...
October 19, 2018
Is it sour? Bitter? Spicy? A combination?
I’ve dwelt on this since the attempted showing/sale of our boat some time ago.
And made a startling discovery.
It tastes and smells like Listerine mouthwash.
Which I detest.
It offends my sense of smell.
October 17, 2018
The Captain’s baby, a fifty-foot Viking Cabin Cruiser, is for sale.
Has been all summer.
Potential buyers have come and gone.
Boat is too big.
Boat is too small.
Boat can’t be handled by only two people. (Really?)
No reason given.
October 15, 2018
She’s out there every morning when I walk my dog.
A little on the heavy side. Blue skirt. White blouse. Faded beige panama style hat jammed firmly onto greying curls.
The tricycle wobbles as she pedals, body weight shifting side to side in a modified two step.
October 14, 2018
It’s been a rough few weeks since “she said/he said” threw the country into turmoil.
I thought only a declaration of war could do that.
The level of ugliness that surfaced astounded me. I thought I’d seen most of what humankind is possible in my seventy-five years.
October 10, 2018
I’m somewhere in the middle on a very taut wire.
Some are rejoicing, and some are weeping.
And then, there’s me. In the middle.
Some are throwing verbal stones, forgetting that you cannot take back the spoken word.
Others are taking to Social Media. You can take those down...
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