When you’re grieving, you feel like it will never end. Everyone grieves differently and you must have patience with yourself. Since my son, Bobby died, I get asked this question: ‘How long does grief last?’ I wish I had an answer. Grief lasts as long as it lasts. I counted it a win after a…
When It’s OK to be ANTI
When it’s okay to be anti
Inconvenient! How Roe v. Wade Changed My Life
Abortion was legalized nationwide by the Supreme Court in the 1973 decision, Roe v. Wade. The court ruled that a state law that banned abortions (except to save the life of the mother) was unconstitutional. A new analysis published by the National Right to Life Committee indicated there have been an estimated 60,069,971 abortions since…
Touched By An Angel
Have you ever met an angel?
The Pepto Bismal House
Who paints a house that shade of pink? I walked by it every day on my way to work. I couldn’t pass it without thinking about its similarity to the noxious liquid my mother made me drink when I had an upset tummy as a child. As if having that thick gunk sliding down my…
Junk Drawers and Jockey Boxes
There was some discussion recently on Facebook about junk drawers. Some unenlightened folks said they had no idea what a junk drawer was. Really? Is this something only us aging folks know about? A junk drawer is that one place in your house, usually the kitchen, where all the little miscellaneous stuff ends up. Rubber…
How to Deal With Disappointment
Now that things have opened up in my state, people are gathering enthusiastically to do the normal things they enjoyed pre-Covid. Restaurants are busy, bars are three-deep, standing room only, and coffee establishments are allowing people to sit and enjoy their favorite brew. Our local coffee house has returned to offering live music one evening…
Fear of Dying
Are you afraid of death?
Oregon Trail 2.0
Let’s move to Oregon!
Eye-opener
My grandfather complained of blurry vision for years. When he finally succumbed to my grandmother’s nagging, he went to the eye doctor and was diagnosed with cataracts. To eighteen-year-old me, my grandpa was ancient, though he was probably in his late sixties. Now I was sitting in the exam chair, listening to my eye doctor…