I have been doing some creative, or possibly not so creative writing involving memories and senses. Your senses trigger so many things but one of the most important things they tend to trigger is memories. I am going to, over the course of several days, post different memories triggered by one of our five senses.… Continue reading Your Senses – Smell
My son’s high school drama club opened with a Thursday matinee of “The Pajama Game.” I will apologize in advance as I used my point and shoot for these and it is old. On top of that, I was in row M.
Last night I pulled parental rank. I wanted to watch and listen and take notes on the State of the Union. I asked that one of the two adult children living here at home pick up #6 from dress rehearsal. He was to be done between 9:15 and 9:30 so prime speech time. There was… Continue reading State of the Union
I always have AIM open when I am working at my computer. You may ask yourself why. That is my means of communicating with my college-aged children. Yes, I am friends with them on Facebook but true conversation usually takes place via phone call or AIM. My little story starts last week when good, ole… Continue reading College Communications
I was checking out a list of blogs I follow over the weekend and happened upon an update of The Wild Mind’s New Year’s Resolutions. Her measuring and weighing got me to thinking. I do not bring out the measuring tape ever! I do weigh myself about once a month and it was time. Back… Continue reading One Month Into That New Year
I am a planner. Yes, I like to have control. I admit I like to know where I am going, how I am getting there and what I am doing while I am there. I don’t have to plan every details but quite a few of them would be good. So I have a few… Continue reading Road Trip – Planning Begins
Lately, I seem to be writing about anniversaries or birthdays. Who knew so much went on at the beginning of the year? Twenty-three years ago today, I was in labor. It was a Saturday. I can picture the snow on the ground, not freshly fallen but piles of it that I had shoveled from storms… Continue reading Twenty-three Years Ago