Front Pocket, Back Pocket, Cleavage, Repeat!

I carry a tiny purse, a cross-body bag, actually.  My chiropractor told me to get that heavy bag off my shoulder twenty years ago, and I did. My purses got smaller and smaller until now all that will fit in it is money, credit cards, a lipstick and earplugs. I can’t get anything else in… Continue reading Front Pocket, Back Pocket, Cleavage, Repeat!

Forgetful? Forget About It

The older I get, the more forgetful I become. I try to trick myself into remembering things, but sometimes the senior moment wins out. I sing in a chorus and just performed two concerts this past weekend.  Some of the words rolled off my tongue, and others would not come out. It’s been four months… Continue reading Forgetful? Forget About It