We stayed late at school tonight, Thursday, for conferences and I drove home in the dark. I mused over the fact that the custodian had told me snow was coming. I knew I needed to pull the basil out of the ground before it froze. And I remembered that the death of my father was
I have been considering this year sending a message to all and sundry which says Dear Family and Friends if you have a problem with something I have done could you please refrain from letting me know about it in a text message? Could you please be a Man/Woman/ Decline-to-State and call me up and
I have to admit I am incompletely satisfied with a post I just read on “what women want in a man.” Long, discursive, and ultimately unsatisfying to me, I wondered if the author had skirted the issue. Maybe what women want is not the issue. Maybe one needs to look at what women expect or
What is a normal person? You might begin by saying a regular or normal person would be one who has no serious physical or mental health problems. But it’s so much more than that. Because there are so many things in which you could be normal. Or abnormal. Then there’s the fact that the question
What is the goal of life? As in, why are we here? I know, that’s a far piece from writing about my modest misadventures of a middle aged woman. But that, what is the goal of life, is what has been coming up for me this week. I don’t know why it suddenly started to
Does life have meaning? I used to think it was a slam dunk it did. But now in the middle of the night, as I stare at the computer, I am wondering. And then, suddenly, I am not lying: the dog, who is sitting behind me as he usually does, with no reason reaches out
I just got back from jogging two and a half miles. With the dogs. They are my running companions and without them running might not be possible. Because when there’s no human around to guilt you into running, a dog will do just fine. They jump up and stare at you the second you get
It was the day of the Grandma War. We (me, my daughter, and her three kids) are in Grand Junction, Colorado for a few days and I am living the grandma dream. Well not exactly. Let’s face it, driving along with three small children in the car is not everyone’s idea of fun. My daughter’s
Actually, it’s not necessarily a Chinese proverb about wealth per se. It’s a quote that I found long ago in a poem in the Tao te Ching. This is a book of philosophical poetry, 2000 years old, translated from Chinese. My husband gave this book to me the year we met, along with Candide, by
Boxer from White Lines always says yes—until he finally learns to say no. What his bad relationship with Zoe teaches us about knowing when to walk away.
