(re-run) I went to the dermatologist yesterday and noticed a magazine with Mariah Carey on the cover. Then I realized that we’re not so different, Mariah Carey and me. She wears her jeans unbuttoned in a sexy way. I wear mine that way, too, because I can’t button them anymore, because of my eating too… Continue reading Practically Twins
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I Might Be a Swiftie
Saturday night I searched Netflix for something to fill a ninety-minute gap in my TV viewing. I could have gone dancing, but the storm made it comfortable to be a couch potato instead. There was a documentary about Taylor Swift. I’ve always admired her songwriting skills. I heard lately that she has had multiple (5)… Continue reading I Might Be a Swiftie
Spring Cleaning in February
(re-run) It started with a koala bear. A bunch of them. Some musicians were having a fundraiser for Australia, the fires, and the koalas. It was donation at the door. Two and a half hours of music, and I knew three of the performers. We got there early and sat in the third row. Two… Continue reading Spring Cleaning in February
It’s the Little Things
A morning sunrise, skies streaked pink and blue. A warm dog cuddled under the afghan throw as I read a book. A hot cup of fake mocha coffee and a Madeleine cookie. A bunch of texts from an adult child 3000 miles away. A photo of my smiling grandson in his high chair. The lure… Continue reading It’s the Little Things
Cut Loose on a Saturday Afternoon
(re-run) “I like the way you dance,” he said that 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 good… Continue reading Cut Loose on a Saturday Afternoon
Mariah and Me, Practically Twins
I went to the dermatologist yesterday, and I noticed a magazine with Mariah Carey on the cover. Then I realized that we’re not so different, Mariah Carey and me. She wears her jeans unbuttoned in a sexy way. I wear mine that way, too, because I can’t button them anymore, because of my eating too… Continue reading Mariah and Me, Practically Twins
Back in my Fat Pants Again
(re-run) It sounds like a country western song. “Well, my true love done left me. He mosied ‘round the bend. It makes me sad that I’m heading back to my fat pants again!” In the winter, when I can hide under many layers, I am thinnest. Maybe it’s all the no-calorie tea and hot water… Continue reading Back in my Fat Pants Again
When your Subconscious Self is Screaming at You
(re-run) I just unpacked my one-thousand-book collection. Ten years ago, I packed it up and stored it in Rubbermaid tubs in a damp garage two blocks from the ocean. I was in the middle of a divorce, and I sold all the bookcases in my divorce house so that I wouldn’t have to move them.… Continue reading When your Subconscious Self is Screaming at You
Shopping Maskless!
I managed to avoid COVID for more than two years, but it got me during a weekend of chorus performances. The director wanted us to sing maskless and asked each of us to do a COVID test the morning of our first performance so that we would all feel comfortable about it. A few older… Continue reading Shopping Maskless!
Back in my Fat Pants Again
It sounds like a country western song. “Well, my true love done left me. He mosied ‘round the bend. It makes me sad that I’m heading back to my fat pants again!” In the winter, when I can hide under many layers, I am thinnest. Maybe it’s all the no-calorie tea and hot water that… Continue reading Back in my Fat Pants Again
FIRST DATE, WORST DATE EVER! 