Once upon a time long, long ago my parents danced. This rare event took place in our home in the room downstairs that we called the playroom. This concrete-block room, cool in the summer, cold… Line Dancing on Thursday Afternoons
“Ladies and gentlemen, we are going to hold up on the runway for about 20 minutes. Weather has moved into the Albany area…” So, hold up we did on the runway in Orlando in our… Another Worst-Case Scenario (in my mind)
My friend, Nedra, texts, “So what are the BIG plans for your birthday?” There are no BIG plans, at least right now. I don’t want a cake this year. The thoughtful husband usually buys a… Thoughts On Turning 65 and Fifty Things That Aren’t My Fault
It is a little after 3:00 p.m. and Cayce just ran up the stairs to the third floor at a surprisingly fast clip for a chubby boy, after standing in the middle of the living… After the Rainbow Bridge: Mending a Broken Heart When Pets Die
Wednesday, 2:30 p.m. Cayce, our plump middle cat, rolls his big body back and forth on the throw rug in front of his favorite spot in the house—the open doorway between the living room and… Cat-Love and Getting Ready to Grieve: Valentine’s Day 2019
A raw day. Cold, windy, soaking rains on the way. Got a warm cat and a good book to read but there’s an interesting show opening today at the Ruth Funk Textile Museum, a big,… Art at FIT, French Kiss, and The Final Straw
Tuesday, December 18, 2018 Okay, so my original idea for this final blog post of the year was to write about a couple of really stupid things that I did this year. But then Cody,… Fear, Surrender & One Sick Cat
Jim and I were supposed to have follow-up colonoscopies in 2010 and 2012, respectively. However, we decided to ignore this recommendation, to practice conscious denial, if you will, partly because of the explosive elimination involved… Thanksgiving Gratitude: A Colonoscopy is Better than Cancer
Note to Readers: Spoiler alert. You may want to skip the last paragraph if you are going to read American Wolf: A True Story of Survival and Obsession in the West. I don’t know exactly when… In Memory of Aunt Celie and the Howl of the American Wolf
I live in a cool place. Well, not temperature-wise cool, God knows, (as I write this in the early a.m., it’s already a steamy 83 degrees), but cool, meaning residing in one of the premier… The Sea Turtles of Cocoa Beach and God Speed, Guacamole