I carry a tiny purse, a cross-body bag, actually. My chiropractor told me to get that heavy bag off my shoulder twenty years ago, and I did. My purses got smaller and smaller until now all that will fit in it is money, credit cards, a lipstick and earplugs. I can’t get anything else in… Continue reading Front Pocket, Back Pocket, Cleavage, Repeat!
“I like the way you dance,” he said to me last Saturday afternoon. Margo and I had gone to Vino Godfather, a cool little winery in an old Victorian house on Mare Island in Vallejo. The island used to be a naval base, judging from the abandoned barracks on the way to the winery. A… Continue reading Cut Loose on a Saturday Afternoon
Engagement ring. Wedding ring. Suffering. This was in a Carmel Pinecone newspaper columnist’s article (he’s a guy) about marriage. I am female and have never heard that before. Is that how men look at marriage? Or only the divorced or unhappy ones? I know that’s how my ex-husband saw it. There’s a commercial on this… Continue reading Engagement Ring
When our daughter came out, covered in dark hair just like her dad, the nurse slapped an i.d. tag on her tiny little foot. For some reason I reached over to read it.
The older I get, the more forgetful I become. I try to trick myself into remembering things, but sometimes the senior moment wins out. I sing in a chorus and just performed two concerts this past weekend. Some of the words rolled off my tongue, and others would not come out. It’s been four months… Continue reading Forgetful? Forget About It
They met online through a singles website (not the swiping one). Tom lived and worked in Napa. Carin lived less than an hour away in the San Francisco East Bay on a horse ranch with her seven horses. She ran a small upscale hair salon. After much texting and talking, they got together for dinner… Continue reading Mr. No Class
They had the same hair dresser. She was coming in as he was going out. He asked for her phone number. She gave it to her hairdresser to give to him. There aren’t too many eligible men in their seventies, especially one that still had his hair! Garth took Gladys to a nice Japanese restaurant.… Continue reading It Just Depends