Happiness. It's relative.
My story is about a present, not a Christmas present but an unforgettable present, one that has lived in infamy for twenty years. I bought my husband a white suit. You know, the kind of white suit that Panama Jack would wear with, of… Continue Reading “A White Suit and a Wise Man”
I know about having a Little People Farm. I used to have one. Then all the little people grew up, thankfully, and moved away. But this post isn’t about that, it’s about the joy of toys. More specifically, the joy of toys with a… Continue Reading “Little People Farm”
It’s radical. Unorthodox. And probably really ill-advised for a blogger, since bloggers live to tell the long tales of angst and irony. But if early indications are accurate and if I can trust my instincts, I think I might actually be happy. Even more… Continue Reading “Do You See What I See?”
Like many nights, I was having a tough time getting a start on this blog post. I’d started a piece about apology, wishing that a person I know who I think ought to apologize to a lot of people probably never will and wondering… Continue Reading “Sorry a Year Later”
I shouted down the stairs to my husband, “Are you going to wear your Packer sweatshirt to the show?” It was just a question. I wasn’t insinuating that he should change. So what if we were taking our granddaughter to the symphony downtown at… Continue Reading “All Dolled Up”
Is it even possible to count the number of times I’ve read a newspaper story describing how mom’s boyfriend beat the crap out of her child? No. It is not. Here’s today’s bad fairy tale. Each case is unique but here are the common… Continue Reading “How’s It Going Over There in Dreamland?”
Here’s the thing that kills you about alcoholism – it’s untrustworthy. The sun can be all shiny one day and be in eclipse the next. There is no way of knowing. It makes planning ahead an extreme bitch. If you have even five minutes… Continue Reading “Not Today”
Don’t you wish sometimes you could have a Field of Dreams kind of experience and meet your parents before they were your parents? Encounter them somewhere ordinary like the line at the grocery store or getting gas at the corner station? Just chat with… Continue Reading “Ageless Timeless”
If you married a man who was a fisherman, who fished not for single trout or salmon but for herds of whitefish which he then sold to stores and restaurants so tourists could enjoy an authentic Lake Superior meal, your whole life would smell… Continue Reading “Casting”
In the afternoon, she’d sit by the window, the jigsaw puzzle spread on the table, and, for hours, she’d pick up the pieces and put them down, the mystery companion to her misery. ___________________ Written in response to a Trifecta Writing Challenge to use… Continue Reading “Demented”
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