As the dust settled over Brian’s hideous shoes, there was a remarkable spiritual awakening of sorts. Two days after I got home, his foot was slightly hurt and then Sunday morning the most amazing words flowed from his mouth…..”You might be right about these shoes. My hip is killing me,”. Because I worked… Continue reading You Might Be Right
I am a keen observer. I love to watch people interact, follow their dialogue, and cultivate a way to express it into words that entertain…..yes, I like to eavesdrop. While I love my occupation as a writer, there are pitfalls. Everyone assumes they are going to end up in my blog or quite possibly… Continue reading Subject Matter
I had meant to write about this topic earlier in the week, but the stench of my home along with the fiscally conservative purchase of shoes by my husband distracted me. Let’s talk about cruise safety. If you have been on a cruise, you are aware of the mandatory muster drill. For those… Continue reading Safety First
After getting off the ship Monday, it was time to reconnect with the world. I turned on my phone and was inundated with a barrage of emails, text, and friend requests on Facebook. As I perused the requests, I was amused at how many people I didn’t know. Why do people send friend requests… Continue reading Who Are You?
When I leave town, shit hits the fan. Not literally, but between the aroma that permeated the house to letting Brian go to Costco alone, we have a problem. I must use a disclaimer before I go any further. My adorable spouse goes to Costco alone quite frequently since I have had my knee replacement.… Continue reading Never Again….
After being gone several days, I was eager to see my family. Bailey was waiting at the side door excited to show me his latest medal he won and the dogs were in a frenzy. I, however, was distracted by a permeating scent. What is that God awful smell? I was fixated on the location… Continue reading Aromatic Arrival
I remember when a group of my high school girlfriends thought up the idea of going on a cruise for our 50th birthday and they turned to me to plan it. I remember my words were colorful. Not in the agreement kind of way, but more in the “I don’t want the responsibility”.… Continue reading Sisterly Bond