“Hey Mom, you forgot something”

My mother, God love her, departed this world in 2011 leaving behind six daughters, a dozen grandchildren and a few great grandchildren—all a loving testament to who she was. I have no quarrel with these leave-behinds. In fact, I call them family. But, recently, as I gazed at a photo of two friends and I…

Happy (hardy har har) Birthday

I celebrated my birthday recently. And the Universe made sure to show me, once again, its sense of humor. I awoke that day with plans for treating myself. Not in the way I used to, with lots of friends and loud celebration. I was going to work the first part of the day and then…

Scenes from the car

As my foot pushes an imaginary pedal on the passenger side of my one and only not-yet-fully-paid-for car, I yell, “Brake, brake, brake!” “Mom, it scares me when you do that.” “Really, son? Because it scares me when there are brake lights ahead of us at 100 feet, then 50 feet, then 10 feet and…

Hoodies as nemesis

The bathroom door is shut yet again. My God, it is happening. Puberty looms. Not for me, of course. I survived that wild wasteland many decades ago. But for my youngest. I remember clearly the same with his older brother. About midway through that eleventh year, the earth started to shift under my feet. And…

On little (lost) lambs

It was the Our Fathers that usually elicited gasps. Growing up Catholic and attending 12 years of Catholic school provides one with a host of memories. I think of them now in sensory fashion. The smell of wet wool skirts in the winter when snow fluttered down to dampen my plaid jumper during recess. The…

The silver-tongued devil in my life

On second thought . . . . . . the cliff diving was not such a good idea. When I was a teen, I went with friends to a local lake. This particular lake featured a cliff that people dove off quite regularly. I was at an age where anything that scared me was a…

When the Universe comes calling on your wedding night

Voluminous white dress? Check. Matching satin shoes? Righto. A gaggle of out-of-town family members, copious food and drink, and the right tunes? Yessiree. We almost got the recipe right for the “perfect” wedding. Except I found myself on said perfect wedding night, round about midnight, standing in a hotel hallway, alone. With my aunt and…

Dashing for Dash buttons

Cue the angel chorus. I just discovered Dash buttons. You’ve not heard of them? Are you kidding me? Despite the fact that I just seconds ago became one of the Enlightened Ones, I hereby proclaim you so very Yesterday. Get with it, Bubbie. Dash buttons can be placed around your home, near or on items you…

The perils of pants shopping

It appeared to be an easy mission. All I wanted was a pair of pants. My friend Meg came along for the ride, to provide moral support on what could only be termed a “fat day” for me. If you are a woman, you will know what I mean. For you uninitiated men out there,…

Pros and Cons of the Man-to-Man Defense

Hi, Friends–Jenny Schoberl, blogger extraordinaire at Holdin’ Holden, was kind enough to feature me as a guest blogger this week. I’ve put the beginning of the post below with a link to her site so you can finish reading this short snippet, which hopefully will make you smile or chuckle. Check out some of Jenny’s posts also,…

On vanities

Metaphorical vanities? Not really my focus. I’m talking about the physical type here. My bathroom vanity. And, knowing me, I may throw a bit of metaphorical mumbo jumbo in at the end. Spoiler alert. The work I have done for the past few years has been steady, good work. Award-winning work, in fact. Recognized by…

On stolen grocery carts

Yes. I’ve been known to steal grocery carts. There, I’ve said it. Orange is the new black, right? In my defense, the first time I committed cart robbery I was tired as only a single mom can be. And had been that way for so long, I thought I was on my game. Ha. It…