Carol grew up in in Pueblo, Colorado. They called it the little Pittsburg of the West. Her dad was a steelworker. Her mom was a lab tech phlebotomist at the hospital. Whenever one of the kids got sick, her mom would bring home a hypodermic needle in her purse to draw some blood. “To see… Continue reading Best Ed Sullivan Show Ever
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Lady Tenor in a Sea of Men
My chorus just did two back-to-back performances this past weekend. There are 120 of us this semester, with only thirty men. The men sing the bass and tenor parts, and five of us women sing the higher tenor part with the men. Why, you ask? Because we five gals have a lower range than the… Continue reading Lady Tenor in a Sea of Men
A Lasting Love
Maurice was a sophomore at Riordan Catholic High School for boys in San Francisco. He played tenor sax in the marching band. His buddy Dave played trumpet and was dating a girl named Sheila from Mercy Catholic High School for girls. He suggested that Maurice date one of her six sisters, Colleen. The foursome went… Continue reading A Lasting Love
Oh No! Not the Dubs!
Last week I took Sis to the hospital for a Barium Swallow test. We had just settled into the waiting room when an elderly woman with a cane came in the door. She had to go around Sis’s wheelchair to get to the check-in window. “Am I at the right place?” she asked no one… Continue reading Oh No! Not the Dubs!
Runaround Sue
When a person has bilateral pneumonia (both lungs) and spends a week in the hospital and then two and half weeks in a skilled nursing facility, she needs breathing treatments after she goes home. So when the skilled nursing facility nurse handed me the meds during my sister’s discharge, including a box of liquid albuterol… Continue reading Runaround Sue
Daisy the Rescue Dog, Month # 5
Just when I think I’ve turned a corner with my little Jack Russell, she does something to remind me that she had a life somewhere else with someone else before I brought her home. My son was over helping me flip the rooms around so that my sister wouldn’t have to go up and down… Continue reading Daisy the Rescue Dog, Month # 5
Daisy, Daisy, Give Me Your Answer Do, Month # 4
The rescue dog and I are entering our fourth month together. I’d like to say that all is well, and it is, if you disregard her climbing on the kitchen table when no one is looking, or peeing on the rug when it’s raining outside. Oh, and let’s not forget the day I gave her… Continue reading Daisy, Daisy, Give Me Your Answer Do, Month # 4
Grindr Getaway
How does a sixty-year-old woman find out about an app called Grindr for gay guys? She asks her local millennial cocktail waitress at an upscale bar for a worst date story. Her waitress just happens to know her younger brother’s worst first story and tells it to her for a better tip. Here it is.… Continue reading Grindr Getaway
FIRST DATE, WORST DATE EVER! 