The 10 Truths I Found to Lose 75 Pounds

I’ve discovered a pandemic phenomenon: The Covid-19 10 is a ten pound weight gain that creeps on in quarantine. In my defense, let me say that the fear of not being able to get My Beloved Treats at some point during quarantine had me pack-ratting Dove Dark Chocolate Peanut Butter Promises and Moose Munch as… Continue reading The 10 Truths I Found to Lose 75 Pounds

Simple Saving Song

Where do I begin To tell this tale of love? I thought it was about What I was most proud of, How I'd love you best. I thought you were my pursuit. But the better story is I'm the broken one you choose. I did my duty all those years But missed you all along--… Continue reading Simple Saving Song

Bears of No Brain at All

“Think, think, think...” (Pooh says, tapping his forehead.) What’s as good for Bears of No Brain at All as it is for Bears Who Fear Their Brain Is Going--or Gone? Using words, thinking, communicating. It's the last day of June, and I haven't posted anything yet. My goal is to write monthly, but I haven't… Continue reading Bears of No Brain at All

The Log

Sleep is elusive at 60. Whereas babies and children used to wake me in the middle of the night, and after that, teenagers coming in late, now getting up for the bathroom does. Once I'm awake, it's hard to get back to sleep.  And then there are the unexplained wake up calls, the ones that… Continue reading The Log

The Purge

The nest is empty.  Our last fledgling is settled into college dorm life and has already slept through his first test, while his mama-bird, blissfully unaware, awoke to her to-do-or-not-to-do list, none of it involving him. I've been preparing Stone his whole life--and myself all year--for when he would be washing his own socks and… Continue reading The Purge

Pining Poor

(Note: I've reposted this story from 2019, because it reminds me what I miss most about my church. Today, we met outside in our socially distant circles, and while I'm grateful we are meeting at all, I'm sad to be missing out on the kind of fellowship with my church family that's described in this… Continue reading Pining Poor

Joy at Dawn

I don't want to look at what's inside the Tupperware at the back of the fridge.  But once I brave it, I'm so relieved to start the task and be done with the judgment lurking in shadowy containers behind the non-expired hummus and pimento cheese.  There’s no guilt in dumping rotten food, no matter how… Continue reading Joy at Dawn

The Second Chance

He had been seeing a little boy’s head floating above the door in the hotel room.  And they had flown in an airplane they piloted across the mountain to attend Sadie’s wedding in our backyard.  Both of these stories gave us something to chuckle about at the reception.  Grammy drives a respectable Buick, and there… Continue reading The Second Chance

Making Room

I sat at the gate, sweating, praying that the Uber driver coming would be female. It was muggy-hot, like the air needed a good rinsing, and I chugged my Smart Water. The sky had clouded up since I’d sat down, a few raindrops on the sidewalk were disappearing. We’d had a little mix up about… Continue reading Making Room