A Tricky Post

This is a guilt-ridden post. It is not humorous. It’s about not remembering that the mother of one of my children’s friends had told me three years ago that she had breast cancer. It’s about how I forgot to follow up on this person, even though she lives in my neighborhood. My sister came to… Continue reading A Tricky Post

A Break from It All

Today my earrings didn’t match. The right ear has a pink teardrop pendant lined in silver.  The left ear has a blue stone centered in a tiny silver leaf. It was not intentional. I laughed when I saw what I had done this morning in my rush to get to exercise class. My sister needs… Continue reading A Break from It All

The Six Stages of Thanksgiving

(re-run) I am having Thanksgiving at my house today for nine or ten people. I say that because my brother in law may or may not show up. There is lots of football to be missed if he comes ninety minutes north to my house.  It will be me, my three kids, my two sisters,… Continue reading The Six Stages of Thanksgiving

Date with an Older Man

(re-run) I said yes. To a date. With a much older man. My girlfriend met him and didn’t approve. But she also said she wouldn’t dance with any guy she wouldn’t want to kiss. I dance with everyone – men, women, kids – many of whom I would never put my lips on.  Does dancing… Continue reading Date with an Older Man

Shake-up in the Routine

I am a creature of habit. If it’s Monday then it’s exercise with Carolyn at 9:30. If it’s Tuesday it’s chorus at 7:00. If it’s Wednesday, it’s exercise with Milan at 9:30. If it’s Thursday it’s Wild Card day. If it’s Friday, it’s exercise with Yuko at 9:30. Only this week things were goofed up.… Continue reading Shake-up in the Routine

Car Shows, Men, and Elvis

It’s funny how memories of one thing lead to memories of other things happening in the same time period. Like the Twin Towers falling, or JFK getting assassinated. Or Elvis dying. Today is the anniversary of Elvis Presley’s death. Forty-two years ago, I was stepping off an airplane from Spain (by way of Morocco). I… Continue reading Car Shows, Men, and Elvis

Writing It Down

Yesterday, as I drove up the freeway to BART, where I would meet two girlfriends and one of their daughters to go to the city to see Hamilton again, I was composing my blog post, out loud, in the slow lane. I was on a roll, phrasing each sentence to perfection as other drivers wondered… Continue reading Writing It Down