I am an insomniac, always have been. I credit this with my writer-ly beginnings. As a child, after my sister and I–who shared bunk beds, she in the top bunk and me in the bottom–performed our nightly monster check, she would drift off to sleep, while I laid wide-eyed staring at the springs on the undersideContinue reading “Nocturnal Creatures”
When I am holding one of these little guys all of my worries simply fade away.
Then I read the wine is produced in France. Quelle Surprise! I thought it was Californian all the way.
That’s not just any oak you have been spending time in Idaba!
I have had to change my perspective on Dementia in order to deal with this situation. When Mom is sitting with the other residents during activity time, I listen to her having her own repetitive conversation, even while her friends try to engage her in theirs. It reminds me of the group therapy scenes from One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest.
Hello all! At some point in your blogging life you come to realize where your talent lies and mine as 83,000 views would dictate is finding the best buttery chardonnay on the market at a fair price. Let’s face it, we chard-lovers love the butter, we crave the oak, and we do not care forContinue reading “Friday Night Chardonnay!”
I need a bumper sticker that says: “ You win! You’re better than me! Can we please move on now?”
One at a time, the flowers went limp and fell to the floor. I had murdered the beautiful foliage, after all.
My daughter and I have been volunteering with HART pet adoption for the last few weeks. It is great fun and the best part is, I get my “kitten therapy”! In between, I am missing these having these little guys in my arms. So sweet! Check out HART (a no kill shelter) if you areContinue reading “Kittens!!!”