The chickens mock me. They’re jerks! Squawk (or however you spell how a chicken yells.) “Leave me alone! Stop making fun of me.” Reeee bbbb eeee ccccaaaa [there’s a creepy rhythm to how they say my name] “Stop it. It’s not funny.” Haaaa! [evil chicken laughter] “Hey, I heard that!” …
I just finished another trip around the sun and, yes, I’m still kickin’. It’ll take a lot more than figuring out how to circle the sun perched on a flat disc spinning on some kind of axis to take this old gal down. For those of you new to my …
Our lives are made up of scars underscored by good intentions. My writers’ group had a short discussion on doing the right thing the other day. And if you know me, you know that I have difficulty distinguishing how other people determine the difference between right or wrong. If you …
We built a living room fort last rainy weekend and like any perfect fort, there were rules. Rule One: No Adulting. Rule Two: Only two dogs allowed in the fort at one time. Rule Three: Grab a cocktail, snuggle in, turn on a movie. Rule Four: No Boys allowed. Seriously! …
It’s a Polish tradition in our family to eat ham, fresh kielbasa, smoked kielbasa, kraut, fresh bread, and perogies, because who needs a vegetable, every Easter. Being fairly new to this town, the only kielbasa I’ve found was some local farmer packaged meat in the grocery store (it’s okay) and …
The Spring Equinox occurred this past week like clockwork and I’m telling you right now, I am not picking up what that nasty old hag is laying down. Mother Nature is crazy and I’m not listening to her nonsense any longer. Warm. Cold. Windy. Warm. Cold. Make a decision, Lady! …
Every time I open the fridge, I’m hit with a wicked stench. I grab what I need, and quickly close the door singing Lynyrd Skynyrd. Because let’s be honest, he didn’t know what that smell was either. After a week of odor wafting through my nostrils whenever I grabbed my …
After twenty-eight years, I’ve often contemplated the idea, I don’t know who I am without you. It sounds a bit extreme, yes, but think about this a moment. When we cohabitate with another over a long period of time, the lines become blurred. Memories mix. Was it your dog that …
Maybe next Year!!! I have heard and said these words for the past forty-six years—and here I am saying it again. Ugh! Being a Lions fan is tough. For the most part, we expect a loss, but hope for a win. When we lose, like I said, we expected it. …
Every Christmas, for approximately four nights, I sleep with Dart. I enter the room and the scaley little guy looks up at me. His twitchy rotating eye balls watch me unpack my luggage. His eyes follow me around the room with what I think is…Interest? Confusion? Anxiety? I’m not sure. …
