I could have watched for hours…
Bringing Sixty Back
Familiar feelings returned as my fingertips softly hovered. The keys before me, my mind engaged, I began the tap-tapping of letters and words. On the most average of Mondays, slightly before midnight, I toyed with the idea of writing. My laptop was buried under only an inch of paperwork, junk mail and retirement account advertisements.…
Writing Again. 3/16.
My grandfather’s rocking chair with worn but polished armrests, warmed in the morning sunshine with colors of awakening evergreens…mmm, time to write…
The Aged Woman
Thank you, mom. Thank you Verna, Betty, Diane, Nancy, Grace, Karen, Carol, Isabel, and oh yes, Ruth Bader Ginsburg and Tina…
June.2023.
Ten hours of sleep, three hours of South Park..
It happened overnight..
I looked to the work ahead of me with a soul that had waited my whole life to be fifty-seven…
Ms. March
The month of March is Women’s History Month. Or maybe it should be “Women’s Month.” Let’s do it. Let’s do it with “Respect”…
Pet Care
He looked at me, then jumped on the couch. I grabbed my scissors. Holding his ear, we began as we had a hundred times before. We began again.
The Pets of the Bungalow
Wally is recovering from his surgery and teaching me a few things.
Attacking Resolutions
I am a soft person, but I feel a need to attack my goals. 2023. Dare I say, “May the attack be with you?”
Not Since 1978.
I had not been sick like this…I haven’t had a day like this since 1978. Or was it 1987?
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