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 »
A holiday grinch would likely feel like pasting duct tape over my mouth these days. No, I’m not counting down shopping days until Christmas. Instead, I’m a melody in motion. Either I have an ear worm singing lyrics, “The most fabulous, most marvelous, most joyously wonderful time, wonderful time… of the year” or I’m belting
Unleashing the beast within: An old lady’s mystical musical memoir Read More »
This is the town I now call home. Wakarusa was to have been named Kingston. Coincidentally, the place I lived and operated my newspaper in for 27 years has a county seat named Kingston. I was forced to leave this place called Wakarusa as a child. That meant leaving grandparents, aunts, uncles, cousins and the
Wakarusa, the Town 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
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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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