Photo by Rovelyn Camato on Pexels.comReaders - I have no idea what this image is about, but all the others that came up from searches for "fizzle/whimper/somber/incontinence..." were too disturbing to post. Just like my recent blogging spurt, December ended with a "fizzle" and a "whimper" – which in addition to pointing my thoughts directly… Continue reading Fizzling and Whimpering – No This Isn’t An Incontinence Commercial
Family photo created by rawpixel.com - http://www.freepik.com I am no longer 21. Or 31. Beyond that, I don’t wish to get into specifics – in my dreams I haven’t changed much since high school (maturity-wise), and I’d like to keep it that way. The world is still mine for the taking! There are Olympic sports… Continue reading Can the Applause for Accomplishments-Based-On-Age Please Stop Being a Thing?
Photo by Edu Carvalho on Pexels.com There were two golden years when all four of my children attended the same school together. Each morning, our harried but single-route commute took us through the church parking lot adjoining their school. Most days we were cruising through just as the morning service was letting out. And, most… Continue reading Living Life Like the 95-Year-Old in the Parking Lot (While Avoiding Charges of Manslaughter)
Photo by Pawan Yadav on Pexels.com Though teachers and students across the U.S. have been trickling back to school for the past several weeks, the celebration of Labor Day traditionally signals the final, “That’s all folks!” regarding summer fun. Or any fun. Whatsoever. Did I mention I’m a teacher heading back this week? Now parents,… Continue reading Back to the Mountain. Again.
Husband: "Do you think the Hawks high-five each other after they make it through the hoop?" Me: "Yes, because I keep finding feathers on the bottom of my shoes." This was the conversation my husband and I had as we looked not at a bunch of freakishly tall people on our TV screen, but at… Continue reading Where I Avoid Explicatives While Talking About Rejection
Here's the situation: Barbara Walters recently swooped upon me in the form of a dream. At least, I hope it was a dream, because otherwise I have some serious home security issues to look into. At first, I was temporarily blinded by the sudden spotlight, and I thought maybe a guardian angel had (finally) come to call. But, when I heard the tell-tale lisping I… Continue reading Barbara Walters Made Me Write This Blog Post.