I spent the early part of the morning drinking my fake coffee mocha and checking Facebook. I left in plenty of time to get to my exercise class. As I was driving down the freeway I glanced into the rear view mirror and screamed. Aagh! I’d forgotten to put on my makeup! If I turned… Continue reading A Day with No Makeup
Gephyrophobia is the anxiety disorder of fear of bridges. The Bay Area might not be the best place to live if you have it. To get to San Francisco, you either have to take the San Mateo Bridge or the Bay Bridge. To get to Sausalito and Marin County, you have to take the Richmond… Continue reading Fear of Bridges? Me, Too
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!
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
It was the best $8.50 I spent all week. And I shop at thrift stores!
I’d have dreams that African lions were on the hill above our house, ready to pounce on my children.
(re-run) When my worker woman showed up Monday morning after having been gone for a two-week long vacation, I had a long list of to–do’s for her. I answered the door and found her nine year old daughter standing next to her.I said hello and went over the list with Kelly. I left to go… Continue reading A Girl, a Creek, and an Hour to Spare