Living in Two Worlds

I have a house in suburbia, where I sing in a chorus, go dancing with friends, and shop at amazing thrift stores and then resell to the public through Facebook Marketplace. Then there’s my beach town, where life is slower, the ocean is one shade of blue, the sky another. Deer wander in front of… Continue reading Living in Two Worlds

39 Gates and a Water Bottle

I only fly once or twice a year. This time it was for a family memorial service in the Midwest.  Tuesday thunderstorms over Denver delayed both the landing of the first leg and the taking off of the second leg of the trip. On my return trip through Denver, we arrived early, but the plane… Continue reading 39 Gates and a Water Bottle

A Memorial and a Party

I got invited to a memorial service for a woman who lived to be 99. It’s hard to be sad when someone has had such a good long life.  We were encouraged to wear hats since the woman loved hats. I spoke into the mike about my friend from my antique shop days (she covered… Continue reading A Memorial and a Party

Two Memorial Services in Two Weeks

You know you’re in the second half of your life when you need to say good-bye to two friends in two weeks. It’s also because you’re in a large singles’ club, one you’ve been a member of for fifteen years. The first service was for a guy who was usually grumpy.  Some called him a… Continue reading Two Memorial Services in Two Weeks

It Never Goes Away

Every year I get a notification from Facebook that it’s a certain friend’s birthday. The trouble is that the friend has been dead and gone for over four years. I read a poem at his memorial service. He was a ski club guy, not a guy I knew real well. Is there no one to… Continue reading It Never Goes Away