The Remodeling Blues

How many times in the past three weeks have I left my house without my purse? A bunch of times. This never happens, except for the fact that I keep the purse in the kitchen, and right now I don’t have a kitchen.  It’s a $250 dollar ticket if I get stopped and have no driver’s… Continue reading The Remodeling Blues

Watch Out for the Green Pepper

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

A Great Personality

When George was twenty-three his boss set him up on a blind date with a woman who was a good customer for their auto parts business. George had been talking with her on the phone for over a year. The boss thought he should meet her in person. “Dinner’s on the company,” George’s boss said.… Continue reading A Great Personality

Season of Awards and Football

First it was the Golden Globes, then the SAG awards. This Sunday is the Super Bowl, then the Grammys, then the Academy Awards. Almost every Sunday for two months has an awards show or a play-off game or the big game. Many friends of mine don’t care to watch. But for me, it’s research. What… Continue reading Season of Awards and Football

With Six You Get Eggroll

My, how times have changed. The movie name in my title came out in 1968, and it’s a reference to how having a family of six can benefit you at a Chinese restaurant. Two of my kids are bi-coastal, having grown up on one coast and now working on another. They are quick to call… Continue reading With Six You Get Eggroll

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