Wrapping gifts is my love language. On a rare occasion, I'll pop a gift into a gift sack if I'm recovering from the flu or my hands have...

If you're new to this place, let me introduce you to our dear, dear friend, Leonard. Below are some posts I've written over the years...

This word has been lounging around in my brain since mid-November with its hands tucked behind its head and its feet propped up on my...

This post has been sitting in my drafts folder since 2020. I'd forgotten about it. When I read it a few days ago, I decided that I...

Dallas, Texas 1985ish I drove across Dallas from our little starter home in Mesquite to experience a Victor Costa outlet sale. Two dear...

I had just woken up from a deep Sunday nap one deliciously rainy afternoon. A TCM movie (and one of my favorites), Mildred Pierce, had...

This morning, I realized that a year has passed since that scary day. I checked my calendar to verify that today was, indeed, the...

I've shared with you over the years the dumb things I've done that have made me laugh out loud. Like that time I left my car parked on...

It's been a minute since my last post. I guess that's a good thing. I've been busy getting my life back to normal. While I was in the...

The question of when I would be released from the hospital was answered with "we'll see how you do." However, my stay in Stroke 9 was...

For some reason, hospitals now refer to foodservice as "room service." See what they did there with your expectation level? Well...

I held out hope that once the Clot-Buster successfully completed its work, I might be good to go back to our hotel room with its...

I must apologize for dragging this story out. Apparently, writing these words is therapeutic for me. As the post-stroke days trudge by,...

We heard the siren's whine getting louder and louder until the ambulance parked on the street just below our hotel room. "They're here!"...

On the evening of Saturday, July 24th, Alan, Reed (our youngest), and I sat at the dining table of my brothers-in-law, David and Russell,...

Author's Note: "I told you I was sick" served as a punch line in my family. * child barfs all over the back seat of the 1970 Vega...

I do not play the guitar. But if I did, "This Old Guitar" would be one of the first tunes I'd strum. There's a melancholy sweetness...

Alan often tells me that when he's gone, I'll miss all of the little irritating things he does that make me roll my eyes. Cabinets left...

Grief is just the darnedest thing. One minute you're sitting there eating a ham sandwich feeling happy as a clam, and the next minute...

I stood in the back room of a flower shop where "the magic happens" when it hit me. This would be the last errand I would ever run with...