Month: June 2015

I was born in the heyday of the Barbie doll.  She was ten years old when I was twelve, and though she was far more mature looking than I was we did in fact grow up together. She was so beautiful with her perfectly coifed hair, her fashionable outfits and her I-mean-business-but-I-don’t-really-work-at-anything-but-me stilettos.  Who wouldn’t … Read more

For the last couple of months my little circle of friends has been swirling in turmoil.  One friend who had an ailing mother emailed me that things had gone suddenly bad for her and she was headed out of town to be by her Mom’s side.  We texted back and forth many times a day and … Read more

Many years ago I had to have out-patient surgery for an ovarian cyst.  If you’ve ever had one or know of someone who has, they will tell you that when one of those plants itself in your lady parts you are about to embark on one painful ride. I was unaware I had a cyst … Read more

Last week my mom and sister and her kids came to our little part of Oz for a short visit.  I was a busy beaver spiffing the joint up for their arrival.  While the inside was in pretty good shape, the screened-in porch was not.  Between the buckets of pollen that have fallen from above … Read more