At Least They're Committed

I have come to find it quite impossible to read more than a page or two of the Chronicles of Narnia without going ever so slightly into British writing mode, save for the spelling of course. Forgive me then, since I did previously promise myself that I’d tell this story for  both posterity and the… Read more

Practicing: “Ooooh, hey <insert name here> it’s so great to see you! You look wonderful!” OK, that’s good. “Oh, thank you! Well, I try!” Ugh. I hate compliments! “Now, now! Stop that! Old is a state of mind. I’m not feeling the least bit old and I certainly hope you’re not either! You certainly don’t… Read more

What a difference six months can make. We’re heading to the ranch Friday morning and returning Monday morning and I expect it will be a lovely time, with ATVing, hiking, fireworks and wine. I intend to sit in the whirlpool and read The Last Testament while downing an entire bottle all by myself. Flash back to last… Read more

My best thinking time is when I’m trying to figure out what to do with my hair in the morning. Typically, for some bizarre reason, that’s when Randy pops into my head and me having to invade his home with Aunt Patti when she was visiting once because her bladder could last no longer when… Read more

Jeremy said he hadn’t noticed after I apologized this morning for yesterday’s erratic behavior. Now, if neither Scott nor Bernie nor Kristen noticed, I shall be duly amazed. I quite recall, through the tunnel of semi-comprehension, Scott and Kristen at least staring at me with furrowed brows, their heads cocked to the right . . . or… Read more

I’ve crawled on hands and knees across the gray, gelatinous floor, being careful not to slosh the fluids beneath my palms, knees and toes for fear of the sound it might make. The wall, too, is made of a spongy, pitted tissue and slightly gives way as I carefully scoot my back up against it:… Read more