I have entered the stage of my life where selectivity is my new best friend. From writing assignments to social events, I am picky. I no longer feel like if I don’t seize an opportunity that I will be missing something. If it doesn’t work for me, then it goes into the pile of “no… Continue reading Selective
There are certain social situations that continue to baffle me. We’ve all been there. You meet someone for the first time or possibly they are an acquaintance. The small talk starts and then, like a ninja, you are trapped in a long dissertation of something that happened to this individual. The definition of “small talk”… Continue reading Stop Talking
“Would you and Brian be willing to take us to dinner?” This was the question my 87 year old mother asked me a few weeks ago in regards to one of her longtime friends coming to town. Of course I agreed even though it might have been the last thing I wanted to do. With… Continue reading The Dinner
My first day in a committed relationship with a writing schedule went well. Sure, I got a little overwhelmed with character development. Oh, and I got a headache from thinking too much, but as a whole, I would like to believe that I am on the right path. When I stopped and decided it was… Continue reading Hurry Up
Unknowingly, I have slipped into some sort of abyss. Actually, being truly honest, I probably was aware of the slow immersion, but most recently have felt as if I were in some sort of quicksand. This is the journey of finding myself. At 51, I am trying to figure out what I want to be… Continue reading What the Funk?
I abhor obnoxious individuals who solicit advice during athletic events. While I love to scream “get him, get him” or “run, run” during football games, you will not hear me say unkind words. Sure, I might ask the referee if he needs the number to my eye doctor, but it is merely out of concern… Continue reading Zip It
Yesterday, I shared about the roommate plight. I forget that most people reading this don’t even know Bryce, so when I quoted him about being “scared” it was taken out of context. Let me explain. My kid is a smart ass. I am not sure where that came from, but for today, let’s blame… Continue reading Secret Mission Part II