My daughter’s gone to college to start her grand adventure (gulp) without me. I took comfort that Brooke Shields cried, dropping off her daughter at college, and her daughter’s a sophomore, not even a freshman. But who am I kidding? I can’t look that beautiful when I cry. But Alex always has to be practical… Continue reading On Being A Doorstopper No More, Unless My Daughter Calls On Me!
Last week was Memorial Day–when we honor those who lost their lives in battle, but I can’t shake the image of a veteran on the side of the busy road with the box in front of him, looking just as lost and swallowed up by life. I was late and had somewhere to go. Plus,… Continue reading Don’t Let Memorial Day Pass You By
Every cancer patient has to go back to work–it’s inevitable. It’s also hard work, especially when there’s no paying job to return to. My kids no longer need me to be their crowd-pleaser. You know the drill. The parents see their kid and wave, and then the little kid excitedly spots them sitting in the… Continue reading Taking Care Of Business Or A Mid-Life Blog Crisis
I have a hunch that these days we’re all lost boys to some extent or another. We’ve long since fallen out of sync with the pre-pandemic rat race, but without Peter Pan to lead us out of this, how are we supposed to do IRL (in real life)? I’m the last to know the trendy… Continue reading The Art of Reclaiming Your Lost Soul
I have this whole Barbie world going on in my mind right now. Care to join me? There’s Ken, the kids, the penthouse, Winnebago, convertible, swimming pool, and there’s even a grill, too. In Australia, barbie with a lower case b is short for barbeque. But in my mind, put a capital on it, and… Continue reading Fire Up The Barbie
We’ve thrown this pity-party year to the birds already, so let’s call it a loss. RIP 2020. Yet, it happens to be the rookie year that I found myself. So let’s not be so quick to give it the Big Bird. Since we missed my one-year blogiversary (November 26), we might as well muse on… Continue reading My A-muse-ing Rookie Year
Today I get real with my deepest fear. It’s about time, right? I’ve been writing these muses since November, and I bet you don’t know why I’m holed up in this teepee. Read on so we can have a little pow-wow and I’ll tell you a few ball tall tales while we’re at it. Okay,… Continue reading Teepee Chronicles and Ball Tall Tales
Dad used to say to me, “When you’re tall, you have to grow into your height.” You don’t come automatically coordinated or with an instruction manual. I never put any thought into those words–that maybe he was talking from experience–or if I did, I quickly brushed it off. “Dad? He doesn’t know what he’s talking… Continue reading Act As If
One thing I love about community theater is how it reflects our off stage lives. Whether on stage or off, we all have roles (or rolls depending on how you look at it) that we play and they always leave us wondering who am I? Take on stage, just this Sunday, I was asked to… Continue reading What Role Am I?
In the beginning of the week, the weather was so gorgeous my golf game was in full swing again. And if you believe I’m actually talking about playing golf, you’d better keep reading. Before I get to the back story, My game involves looking for graveyard golf balls. It’s my daily ritual to look (I… Continue reading Finding A Cow: My Golf Ball Game
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