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The Scars of our Lives

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(re-run) When you get to be my age, you’re bound to have a few scars. I haven’t had any big surgeries, but I have scars from burns, bumps, and scrapes along the way.  Right now it’s my thumb that is most noticeable. I broke it by pulling down a three-piece sectional garage door an sticking… Continue reading The Scars of our Lives

The Scars of our Lives

Posted in accident, aging, broken bones, dentist, dog bite, health, make-up, memoir, scars, stitches, sunburn, tetanus shot, tooth, Venezuela1 Comment

(re-run) When you get to be my age, you’re bound to have a few scars. I haven’t had any big surgeries, but I do have scars from burns, bumps, and scrapes along the way.  Right now it’s my thumb that is most noticeable. I broke it by pulling down a three-piece sectional garage door an… Continue reading The Scars of our Lives

Participation Trophy

Posted in Beanie Babies, childhood, children's books, dehydration, doctor, donations, Duplos, ER, memoir, Millennials, pillow fight, sports, stitches, toad, toys, trophyLeave a comment

(re-run) My millennial children like to make fun of themselves for all the participation trophies they earned in childhood for soccer, basketball, softball, baseball.  Two of them recently ditched the trophies. One of them kept hers. “Why did you guys give us trophies for everything?” Child # 3 asked. “The pendulum swung the other way… Continue reading Participation Trophy

Watch Out for the Green Pepper

Posted in dancing, dating, dogs, food, Fred Flintstone, hiking, hospital, humor, memoir, passive aggressive, podiatrist, relationships, stitchesLeave a comment

I can’t eat green pepper. I can’t eat a lot of things. The older I get, the more things I need a certain way to keep me happy. When I was four years into a past relationship, I knew it was in trouble when the boyfriend started adding green pepper to everything he served me.… Continue reading Watch Out for the Green Pepper

Participation Trophy

Posted in Beanie Babies, childhood, children's books, dehydration, doctor, donations, Duplos, ER, memoir, Millennials, pillow fight, sports, stitches, toad, toys, trophy2 Comments

My millennial children like to make fun of themselves for all the participation trophies they earned in childhood, for soccer, basketball, softball, baseball.  Two of them recently ditched the trophies. One of them kept hers. “Why did you guys give us trophies for everything?” Child # 3 asked. “The pendulum swung the other way from… Continue reading Participation Trophy

The Scars of our Lives

Posted in accident, aging, broken bones, dentist, dog bite, health, make-up, memoir, scars, stitches, sunburn, tetanus shot, tooth, VenezuelaLeave a comment

(re-run) When you get to be my age, you are bound to have a few scars. I haven’t had any big surgeries, but I do have scars from burns, bumps, and scrapes along the way.  Right now it’s my thumb that is most noticeable. I broke it by pulling down a three-piece sectional garage door… Continue reading The Scars of our Lives

Butterflies in the Park

Posted in butterflies, dogs, Halloween, high school, memoir, pandemic, park, rats, rescue, skin cancer, stitches, trick or treatLeave a comment

It’s the day before Halloween.  I was able to walk my dog for the first time in two weeks since the stitches in my lower leg (melanoma) were removed yesterday. Pepper was happy to get out of the house but went back inside with the lure of a beefy treat. That meant Daisy, who had… Continue reading Butterflies in the Park

The Scars of our Lives

Posted in accident, aging, broken bones, dentist, dog bite, health, make-up, memoir, scars, stitches, sunburn, tetanus shot, tooth, VenezuelaLeave a comment

(re-run) When you get to be my age, you are bound to have a few scars. I haven’t had any big surgeries, but I do have scars from burns, bumps, and scrapes along the way.  Right now it’s my thumb that is most noticeable. I broke it by pulling down a three-piece sectional garage door… Continue reading The Scars of our Lives

Watch Out for the Green Pepper

Posted in dancing, dating, dogs, food, Fred Flintstone, hiking, hospital, humor, passive aggressive, podiatrist, relationships, stitches, UncategorizedLeave a comment

I can’t eat green pepper. I can’t eat a lot of things. The older I get, the more things I need a certain way to keep me happy. When I was four years into a past relationship, I knew it was in trouble when the boyfriend started adding green pepper to everything he served me.… Continue reading Watch Out for the Green Pepper

The Scars of our Lives

Posted in accident, aging, broken bones, dentist, dog bite, health, make-up, memoir, scars, stitches, sunburn, tetanus shot, tooth, VenezuelaLeave a comment

(re-run) When you get to be my age, you are bound to have a few scars. I haven’t had any big surgeries, but I do have scars from burns, bumps, and scrapes along the way.  Right now it’s my thumb that is most noticeable. I broke it by pulling down a three-piece sectional garage door… Continue reading The Scars of our Lives