Category Archives: Humor
Teacher
I never really expected to reinvent myself at seventy. After all, it took me over sixty years to like myself the way I am. And yet, here I am, trying all sorts of new stuff and being all sorts of new people. A new/old role for me: Teacher. Old – because I was a teacher …
Having Lost My Mind
I have now been retired for five years. I love being retired. I love living my life exactly as I wish. No schedule. No deadlines. No bosses. And now I have done it. Or un-done it. Lost my senses. I’ve un-retired. I saw a posting for a part-time bookkeeper at my local library. And all …
Oversharing
Today at the drugstore, the kid at the cash register was one of those Oversharers. You know the type. Most often, it is an older person. Maybe lives alone. Maybe lonely. The old lady at the supermarket who starts by asking you about the pickles you are buying, and ends up telling you about her …
Winning The Game
You know how we translate age for dogs and cats? Like “Old Jasper is 82 in dog years…” Well, if there is not an age-equivalency term for electronic equipment, there should be. Maybe we could call it nano-years. “This old phone?… It’s 107 in nano-years” – which in human chronological terms means: it’s three. So on to the …
ABECEDARIAN
Recently a friend directed me to a story on Medium.com. (I publish there once in a while too.) My friend’s friend had posted a little writing exercise that I just adored. An ABECEDARIAN is a 26 sentence story, with each sentence beginning with each sequential letter of the alphabet. It’s a fun exercise that really …
Sisters, Secrets, And The Junior Prom
Someone (many think it was Dorothy Parker) once said, “I hate writing, but I love having written.” That’s not me. I love writing. The part I hate is … well, every other part. Editing – grammar, spelling, punctuation. Formatting, covers, blurbs. Proofreading, followed by more editing. And, oh my God, the horrible waiting in between …
Justice Ruth
We grieve for folkswe never metwhen we knowthey lived their livesin kindness,when their souls were so brightthey lit the pathfor your own soulto find its way. Thank you, Justice Ruth.
The Junior Prom
My high school sweetheart died last week. Sweetheart is the perfect way to describe Greg. He was sweet and all heart. The suddenness of his passing (a heart attack) left everyone who knew him with a hole in their lives that they were unprepared to accept. Less than a year ago, my graduating class attended …
Expertise
As I was trying on outfits the other day – for God knows what reason, I have nowhere on earth to go – a sweet memory surfaced – also from God knows where. I attended a parochial grammar school, where I wore the typical Catholic school uniform. Navy jumper, white blouse, little navy bowtie. Oh …
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