There’s the Social Security donut hole…the Medicare gap… But have you heard about the late-life marriage strap? It’s an institution that really yokes us together Like workhorses in all of its good and bad weather. Yes, we seem to go awfully well with each other. We’re partners and friends, like a good sister and brother. […]
Ode to a late-life marriage Read More »
The smell of Scorched Something drew me downstairs. Dad-gummit! I had just started getting into the focus and flow of writing when, in a panic, I remembered the pan of water I had put on to boil for hummingbird nectar. Yes, it burned dry, but it didn’t set off a smoke alarm. We don’t
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I did not check with my doctor until after the little capsules arrived. I know she tried not to laugh at me when she said, “You realize that nitrous oxide is basically Viagra, don’t you?”
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I got a rude awakening last night while watching a special ET report on the HGTV show about the makeover of the Brady Bunch house in California. Original cast members reunited to decorate the home for the holidays, in much the same way they did as kids on the hit series. The scenes kept shifting
Happy holidays from an old, apron-wearing granny Read More »
My husband and I almost chuckle with glee when we both imagine our children coming across the boxes of greeting cards we’ve collected over the decades. Thank God they won’t be able to throw them at us in disgust when we’re both six feet under, even though they’ll probably want to. We’re actually doing our
To keep, or not to keep, all those Valentines? Read More »
You’re at least a baby boomer (or older) if you recall that sophomoric blind date saying, “All the girls really like her. And . . . she makes her own clothes!” Yeah, I was one of those girls. Our family’s economic status and 4-H sewing projects made it almost imperative to fashion my own clothes
“She makes her own clothes!” Getting caught up on sewing technology Read More »
The call of a row of Concord grapes and some unexpected wild elderberries that grew up beside Wayne’s barn lured me into burning in the kitchen this week . . . literally and figuratively. Wayne’s late wife, my dear cousin Linda, had made a business of concocting 56 “shades” of jelly and selling them at
Domestic divas make food for the soul; and maybe just a few mistakes Read More »
My late husband had a quaint, but critical saying that he occasionally aimed in my direction. When he saw me tackling some project and only doing a half-a**ed job at it, he would look at it and say, “That looks like Buffy did it.” Well, the ever-incompetent Buffy is alive and well in me and
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In the course of a recent holiday luncheon with friends, and right after I had enjoyed my own ramekin of crème brule (sometimes we share our desserts), one of those so-called amigos remarked that sugar kills brain cells. Like a Grinch who had just spoiled my own Christmas, I snuck home in guilty silence to
Merry Christmas . . . now enjoy this poisonous treat Read More »
We’ve just crossed Halloween and All-Souls Day off the calendar, but that doesn’t stop a Baby Boomer like me from conjuring up new and irrational death fears. But at least I can laugh at myself in a sort of “whistling through the graveyard” manner. Through the years I’ve borrowed irrational fears from friends and made
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