Yesterday my dad should have turned seventy. He passed away this year on my birthday, so this weekend we've been missing him on his. Ironically, I could still practice my favorite joke-ritual, which was not to call my dad (whose depth of phone-phobia was rivaled only by my sister's and my own) on his birthday. I … Continue reading Addendum to a Eulogy
Tag: Marriage
Living Large by Living SMALL
Sometimes the Stuff we own ends up owning us... Here's a look at life with LESS!
Gypsying (OR: A Borderline Personality Working on Borders)
If you’re not familiar with poker, the thing to understand is that you start a hand with some cards of your own, and you don’t yet know what other cards will be available to you to use in that hand. You have to “sign up” to play that hand by putting some money in the … Continue reading Gypsying (OR: A Borderline Personality Working on Borders)
Singing in the Shower
It's fairly telling that my most "recent" post here dates from almost two years ago. It's even more telling that I haven't FELT like writing for two years. (That should be a red flag for a person like me, right?) And the real irony is that there was plenty to be writing ABOUT in those two years, … Continue reading Singing in the Shower
Lucky Thirteen
Two years ago today my hubby and I scheduled our anniversary. That is to say, we scampered over to the courthouse (for a HAPPY reason--a novelty in itself for a pair of recovering alcoholics like us) and tied the knot. Lucky Thirteen, that's our anniversary. Never mind that it was a Tuesday morning--clearly we're not … Continue reading Lucky Thirteen
Travel Writing: our “Pirate Code” for the Road
[This post is featured as a "guest blog" at Clan Elves of the Bitterroots. Please stop by to check out their other authors!] Surely I have the world’s best job: I get to Travel, and I get to Write about it. My Travel Sidekick (a.k.a. Husband) and I have sketched out some “road rules” for … Continue reading Travel Writing: our “Pirate Code” for the Road
Hooked
The picture here is a shot of me napping under the trees the last time I was in Stanley--Fourth of July '76, America's Bicentennial. I'm told that when we get home and download our photos, I'll have a companion piece: me with rolled-up jeans and sunglasses, blissfully asleep on this beach. It is absolutely still … Continue reading Hooked



