(re-run) Today’s the day I am supposed to resolve to do better, work harder, exercise more, and eat clean. Guess what? I learned long ago to do things in baby steps. It takes twenty-one days to form a new habit. Sometimes I can do it if I don’t think too hard about it. Like yogurt.… Continue reading No New Year’s Resolutions for Me
Category: memoir
When CPR Class Pays Off
(re-run) In my previous married life long ago, I was a Girl Scout leader for my youngest child and the girls her age at her elementary school. I was supposed to get CPR training, so I went to the classes and got certified. Maybe someday I’ll need it while doing a scout activity. As it… Continue reading When CPR Class Pays Off
Zits Happen
When I was in my teens and going through the pimple phase, my mom said, “Don’t worry. You won’t have pimples once you leave your teen years behind.” Wrong, Mom. I’m one of those people who have had zits in every decade (not the first ten, then it was warts), off and on, here and… Continue reading Zits Happen
Snowshoeing with the Girls
(re-run) The last time I was in Tahoe in the winter, Valentina, Margo and I went snowshoeing. The guys went skiing, but we girls weren’t up for that. Maybe it was the house party the night before, or maybe it was a fear of snowboarders taking us out as we meandered down the slopes. Full… Continue reading Snowshoeing with the Girls
Christmas Eve Lock-out
(re-run) As we were getting ready to walk the three dogs on Christmas Eve, I announced to my two adult kids that I wasn’t going to bring my bulky key ring of keys. My son said he would bring his key. As we left through the laundry room door, I turned the knob on the… Continue reading Christmas Eve Lock-out
Having his Cake
(re-run) We sat at the bar at Il Vecchio’s next to the guy with the shaved head. My girlfriend Fran chatted him up while we waited for a table. We decided to have dinner at the bar. Adam was cute enough but not too tall. He seemed interested in petite Fran, so at the end… Continue reading Having his Cake
Roller Coaster Week
After three chorus performances which were fun but way too close together (three in thirty hours), I woke up Monday to some great news. My Penguin editor emailed me to say that a book I wrote twenty years ago was being picked up by an educational publisher to use in the classroom, and my cut… Continue reading Roller Coaster Week
Pontoon Boat Disaster
(re-run) My parents didn’t know how to swim. When we went on vacation at Clear Lake, Iowa, and Dad wanted to take us out in a rented pontoon boat. My mom objected. Dad won in the end, and the five kids put on our life jackets. I think my mom did, too. I am sure… Continue reading Pontoon Boat Disaster
Short Days, Dangerous Crosswalks, Too Many Books
The winter solstice is behind us, so each day is two minutes longer as we creep our way out of the dark nights of winter. In the meantime, I must remember to take off my sunglasses after following along the freeway sound wall and turning onto the mile-long road to my court. The ten-block drive… Continue reading Short Days, Dangerous Crosswalks, Too Many Books
My Inherited Dog, Boomer
(re-run) Boomer was never my dog, although he came into my care when I married his owner. I’m not sure how old he was when I met him. My dog, Tess, was two and Boomer was older. A small, part Beagle-part terrier, Boomer had not had a regular dog’s life. He had never eaten dog… Continue reading My Inherited Dog, Boomer
FIRST DATE, WORST DATE EVER! 