Feeling Out Of Place

The assumption of belonging is usually taken for granted. Within your own family, chances, without reservation, are you are a member. When you walk through the front door of a home belonging to a relative, there’s usually a happy greeting and you’re offered a place to sit and told to make yourself comfortable. Often this …

Weekly Recap 4/11

I thought I was being more productive this last week. With the weather getting warmer, there are things that need to be done in preparation for the hot days to follow. And I don’t want these tasks to override what I’ve been trying to do for so long. It’s a balancing act that I can’t …

Too Much Noise

This is my second post for today. Unheard of, right? Will wonders ever seize? Now, how many clichés have I used so far? I like clichés. Although I don’t think they should be in anything other that casual conversation or writing. I’ve gotten way off the subject for this post. Sorry. This is in response …

The Private Library

His grandfather’s library was a place of masculine enticement. The oak paneling covered all but the wall where the large bay window was with its padded bench for people who wanted to read by natural light. That wall was dressed with a solid color of faded peach. The carpet, thin with wear in the traffic …

The Drumstick

I’ve been thinking about this post for a while. Yet, because of the conditioning my upbringing has instilled in me, I just couldn’t see myself even writing this, let alone publishing it, until after the first full week of September. Last week I had my sixtieth birthday. I figure that in five more years I …

California Dreaming

It was Mary’s post at 1950 Memories Of Suburban Adventures, Oceanic Inauguration that stirred up the recollections I have about seeing the Pacific Ocean. Back then, being able to go to California was just ‘the coolest’. This was true even when I was eleven. After all, Rickie Nelson had lived there. That’s where the story …

My 6 ½ Year Tussle

Hubby and I moved to Tennessee with the one thought in mind of helping his mom with the last days his dad would be alive. He was in the advance stages of Parkinson’s disease and also had a stroke. My mother-in-law (We’ll call her MIL here – short for mother-in-law.) couldn’t bear the thought of …