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
“I’m scared. There is someone else’s stuff in my room.” This is the first sentence uttered as my youngest calls me from college last night. For the last month, he has had no roommate. His original one went MIA. Since then, he was hoping that he would simply float under the radar and be on… Continue reading Secret Mission
Ladies, beware. The dreaded “man cold” is making its rounds. It crept in and took a hold of Brian during our weekend festivities. Oh sure, it disguises itself well. Subtle sniffles blended with a slight cough. You think this will pass, but then the whining starts. The moaning about how “sick” they are but in… Continue reading The Beast
“Is there a sleeper sofa?” I inquired after realizing that the reservation I made for the weekend was a room with a king bed not two double beds. “Um, no.” Well, that was an interesting development. Our presence in Bowling Green was two fold. Bailey was participating in the Special Olympics State softball tournament… Continue reading The Universal Plan