Are you taking an airplane trip over six hours? Oh, the excitement! The anticipation of the unfamiliar! Learning the history, walking the places, meeting the people, and eating different food!
It’s been a year since I crossed an ocean and my bohemian self is longing for an extended plane ride. With that hovering in my thoughts, I re-think the tricks I’ve adapted to survive changing time zones.
With my first European adventure (from the USA), I learned to stay upright until my usual bedtime. When I succumbed to an upon-arrival or afternoon nap, it has taken me days to acclimate…
Many and lots of months.
Yeah, yeah I would respond and go about my business. I have enough voices in my head every day. Being attentive to someone’s chatter while I’m occupied with something else held no appeal. But, Jackie would say, this one is about….
Then Michael Connelly’s second season of Murder Book came out. Season one bored me and I didn’t finish it. But I love Connelly’s novels and the Bosch TV show (on Prime), so maybe I would try. The Women Who Caught Sam Little is much more intriguing than podcasts about Sam Little. He is a…
Here’s an easy way for you to assess my politics: I have never voted for a sitting president.* I wasn’t eligible to vote for him the year Jimmy Carter took office. I’ve been a fan of his since 1977. In my first election, when Ronald Reagan ran against Carter and won, I walked home from college classes in tears.
I have cried over many elections since then.
I’m not going to list why I didn’t vote for this one or that one, just know that I had my reasons. I read, I assessed, I watched, I listened, and I chose.
I give him a lot of credit for this. Having been single most of our lives, we each have our unique foibles. He puts up with my compulsions, whirlwind of activities, projects scattered hither and yon about both the house and yard. Where his patience fails is being home for seven months (and counting!) and working ten steps away from this writer.
Writers are soloists. We don’t (I don’t) generally like to be around other people except on our terms. And sometimes on Tuesdays. It’s not that we only write when the muse strikes — it’s ridiculous waiting on her…
My tiny mom sits on the edge of the cool porcelain tub
resting after her shower.
Once five feet tall, she is smaller now,
one breast missing from a mastectomy,
that cancer gone years ago,
a new version working on her lung.
I hate it.
She rests there as I come into the bathroom to check on her.
Vexing me most times,
in this moment rips my heart,
the shreds dangling in the open.
I want to wrap her in a heated towel,
in my warm arms,
and love her,
make her, make us, whole, once again.
For several years, I participated in a Bible study group with women who had been Christians much longer than I had. Eventually, the question of how I came to Christ was asked. They have, I have, people we pray for who we hope will realize that Christ is there for them. I know what happens when people of faith continue to pray for those of us who are lost and wandering around aimlessly.
Given how analytical I am, it stuns me that many eons ago when I was younger and dumber, I didn’t at least look at my older sister…
Joanne is ten years younger than me, born in May instead of in June, one day later. Everyone in my family was born on the 25th or 26th except Jackie. She chose April Fool’s Day to come into the world.
Jackie and I were planned. I like to believe we were wholly welcomed after Mom suffered at least two miscarriages. Joey was an oops, but Joanne, she was a big oops. In 1969 for a 35-year-old to be pregnant was slightly less scandalous than to be found drinking in church. …
I love to entertain.
When I lived in Red Lodge, Montana, it was easy to announce a potluck dinner party on a Monday for that Friday. Small town proximity made it simple to work with each other’s schedules, even with busy calendars. In Pittsburgh … well, I have a friend from the opposite side of town whom I haven’t seen for ten months.
Getting together depends on where you work, where you live, what your commute is, what activities you’re involved in, what your spouse or kids are into, and if there are sporting events going on. Driving…
When I first joined the Medium Partner Program, there was an awesome criteria in place for you to earn money: You had to both contribute your writing and be an active reader. You had to be part of the community supporting fellow writers. This meant you had to spend time reading, highlighting, commenting, and sharing others’ posts. It was a wonderful thing and I’m sorry that it disappeared somewhere in the last two years.
What this guideline forced writers consumed with putting words down was what we could pick up from someone else and learn. …