The Middle Child

I’m not really the middle middle child. I am the second of five. But I am the middle daughter, three girls before two brothers.  Looking back over the years, I remember how it felt to not be the oldest, not the youngest, not the first daughter, not the youngest daughter, not the first son (of… Continue reading The Middle Child

F is for Frantic

(re-run) I have exactly seventy-five minutes to write this post, get dressed for the wedding rehearsal dinner, kick the contractor out of my house, and get to the church on time. Isn’t the last part a song? Well, it didn’t happen.  It’s now the next morning.  This blog post is now about friends, fun, fish,… Continue reading F is for Frantic

F is for Frantic

I have exactly seventy-five minutes to write this post, get dressed for the wedding rehearsal dinner, kick the contractor out of my house, and get to the church on time. Isn’t the last part a song? Well, it didn’t happen.  It’s the next morning.  This blog post is now about friends, fun, fish, fighting (more… Continue reading F is for Frantic

Is That a Mouse, Mr. Milkman?

The world is far different today than when I was a kid. How many generations have said the exact same thing? Cave Man:  Me cold. Cave Woman: Me cold cold. Next generation: Cave man:   Me cold. Me strike rock against rock. Fire! Me warm! Cave woman: Me cold. Move over! You get the idea. Every… Continue reading Is That a Mouse, Mr. Milkman?

Getting Zen During a Hospital Exam

I got called back after my mammogram this week. They wanted to do an ultrasound on the right breast. I went in Tuesday, but they were so backed up that I left without being seen. Two days later I got right in and was lying there, looking up at the ceiling, my first thought being… Continue reading Getting Zen During a Hospital Exam