First Dog, Lost Dog

Posted in animal rescue, best, dogs, farm, high school, holidays, humor, memoir, Midwestern, Nebraska, Omaha, outdoors, puppy, relationships, roommate, small town, SPCA, student, teaching, worstLeave a comment

After moving to farm country to teach high school Spanish, I watched my roommate Kristy come home one day with a German Shephard puppy. “Meet Shane!” she said. She hadn’t asked me. She hadn’t asked the landlord. When she did ask him, his response was, “Not in the house.” Kristy made Shane a bed of… Continue reading First Dog, Lost Dog

Hello from Beyond the Grave

Posted in assisted living home, coincidence, death, grave, kitchen remodel, memoir, mothers, mouthguard, social security1 Comment

This morning my dead sister said hello.  With terrible allergies in this month of May, I was rifling through catch-all baskets last night looking for my oximeter that I’d bought during the pandemic, the one that shows oxygen saturation. I thought I might have walking pneumonia.  Then I took Pepto Bismol and my throat was… Continue reading Hello from Beyond the Grave

A Mother’s Day Card, a “10” and a Carcinoma

Posted in biopsy, blog posts, carcinoma, dermatologist, elevator, humor, internet, melanoma, memoir, Mother's Day, mulch, Penn Holderness, perfect 101 Comment

Whenever I don’t know what to write about for my daily blog post, something inspires me. Today I got my inspiration at the dermatologist’s office. I was supposed to go yesterday to see about the weird fleshy bump just above my left eye and against my eye socket. I don’t notice it too much except… Continue reading A Mother’s Day Card, a “10” and a Carcinoma

With Six You Get Eggroll

Posted in bi-coastal, Chinese restaurant, Facebook, humor, Iowa, mass shootings, Midwestern, racist, restaurant, Tide pods, Uncategorized, WASP1 Comment

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

Daisy in the Spotlight

Posted in Alpha, animal rescue, animal training, dogs, fences, gates, Jack Russell terrier, leash, memoir, reservoir, Roomba, seniors, tennis balls, veterinarianLeave a comment

(re-run) Daisy’s favorite spot at the beach house is on the back of the couch. From there she can see the squirrels taunting her from the trees outside the window. She can see part of the street where dog walkers go by every five minutes or so. Pepper has taken over the antique silk wing… Continue reading Daisy in the Spotlight

Butt Text Emojis and Other Stuff

Posted in aging, Boomers, Covid 19, Ellen, emoji, fingers, friends, Google, Marie Condo, memoir, Millennials, social distancing, technology, texting, thumbsLeave a comment

(edit) You’ve got to help out us Boomers. We try to be cool and stay relevant, but it’s hard, you know, since we grew up in different times. Our thumbs won’t be arthritic by the time we’re old. I know this because I’m already there, and my thumbs are fine. I did strain the third… Continue reading Butt Text Emojis and Other Stuff

The Burden of Being a Tall Woman

Posted in blizzard, college, Colorado, cross country skiing, dancing, dating, good cook, long-distane boyfriend, memoir, Minnesota, New Year's Eve, Omaha, tall womanLeave a comment

(re-run) By the end of 8th grade, I was 5 feet, ten inches tall. This was back in 1968.  I was a super tall girl for my generation. I know women who are 6 feet tall or taller, but except for one, they are all younger than I am. There are many advantages to being… Continue reading The Burden of Being a Tall Woman