The last perfect day

Hello, you. Thanks for stopping by. I have 11,000+ followers for this blog now. It wasn’t always this way. When I first began it, I was lucky if half a dozen people were reading–and that’s likely counting family members.  So I feel like I can republish a post from my early days that has new…

Can a bauble get you through a tough week? Sure. Shamelessly.

I’ve never been a believer in talismans. You can keep your rabbit’s foot and lucky penny. I shake my head when a pro baseball player feels compelled to perform rituals before he bats. Does the tap to the forehead and scratch of the nose really play into his homerun stats? Doubtful. But I get what…

Ain’t no room for sissies and bellyachers on this bus

His favorite phrase is like a mantra in my brain today: Getting old is not for sissies. This was my father’s much-used answer to, “How are you doing today, Dad?” At least in his eighties. The decade before, he’d say cheerily, “Finer than frog’s hair, sweetie.” I was never quite sure what that meant but…

Remembered

My dad was never one to forget a special occasion. Even when it was completely out of synch with modern society, he bought each and every one of his six daughters, as well as my mother, a wrist corsage to wear each Easter. My mother received a dozen yellow roses for each of her 62…

Focus. Anchor. Breathe.

When you lose an anchor in life, if you’re smart, you look for another one. If you’re wise, you make yourself that anchor. Any regular reader of my blog knows my father passed away last summer and my sister is battling Stage IV ovarian cancer. I was going to make this entry lighthearted and then…