Carol grew up in in Pueblo, Colorado. They called it the little Pittsburgh of the West. Her dad was a steelworker. Her mom was a lab tech phlebotomist at the hospital. Whenever one of the kids got sick, her mom would bring home a hypodermic needle in her purse to draw some blood. “To see… Continue reading Best Boy Band Ever
Kelly and her husband went back to her home state of Maine for Christmas, but their trip was cut short when his mother went missing. They left their brown Chevy van in Maine and took the first flight home to help find her. It turned out she had gone down a ravine in a car… Continue reading Hamburgers for Breakfast
When I moved to suburbia, I joined the Danville-Alamo Newcomer’s club and then joined the babysitting co-op within the club. We were all new mothers with one or two children, and the thirty of us traded babysitting with coupons while our little families grew older and bigger. My two-year-old daughter bonded with another two-year-old girl… Continue reading Worst Fake Friend Ever
My one hundredth blog post is today. The blog is called First Date, Worst Date Ever, but it has morphed into something else. I now tell many types of stories, including how people started their 50 year marriages, along with the bad first-date stories of so many others who weren’t so lucky. Sometimes the worst… Continue reading 100th Best, Worst, Last, First
Holidays can be depressing. When you first wake up and think, Today is Black Friday, but I don’t have anything planned, and I can’t go anywhere, it’s a downer. When you’re a care giver, everything revolves around that. You can’t run to exercise class today, because it’s been cancelled. You can’t go hiking today, even… Continue reading Will You Marry Me?
Donald Trump has got to be, hands down, the worst president I’ve ever witnessed in my lifetime, and I’m old. Here is his list of atrocities thus far: 1. Elephants 2. Taxes 3. No more home owner’s deductions on interest 4. No more Medicaid for 13 million 5. Messing up my Medicare 6. Russia 7.… Continue reading The Worst Undoing of America
My right ear was plugged up, and I had a two hour singing rehearsal in front of me. I grabbed my chorus bag, my iced tea, some recycle bags and my jacket and headed out the door. I’ll stop at CVS on the way and pick up some Sudafed, so I can hear tonight. When… Continue reading Breaking Bad in Blackhawk