Happiness. It's relative.
What makes you most anxious? One of the great charms of being deaf is not being able to hear one’s own voice. A deaf person can form words and say them, or think she’s said them, but is never quite sure that the words… Continue Reading “Deaf Sounds”
Is there anything you feel too old to do anymore? Yes. I am too old to get off a horse by swinging my right leg over the saddle while my left foot is in a stirrup, leaning into the saddle from the side, and… Continue Reading “Too Old for Much or Nothing”
What do you complain about the most? Not my most frequent complaint but the most enduring one has to do with my husband undercooking chicken thirty-five years ago. This complaint is now woven into the fabric of our marriage, indeed, it has become a… Continue Reading “Ancient Chicken”
List five things you do for fun. This is a terrible list. When I die, my obit will be very thin. Expanded, the list would translate to ‘she liked driving aimlessly around town, stopping at unusual markets, like hidden places to buy jars of… Continue Reading “Fun Girl”
Have you ever performed on stage or given a speech? Yes. In junior high, I danced in the spring musical to Singin’ in the Rain wearing a flared skirt and heels and flashing an umbrella. This was with five other girls, and I stayed… Continue Reading “Entertainment Value”
The 2010 Indy 500 was hot. Not hot as in nice and sunny. Hot as in being inches from death, as in seeing the shimmer of Lawrence of Arabia on the horizon, clawing through the desert sands having already thrown off your shirt and… Continue Reading “Indy Joy”
Share five things you’re good at. Imagining worst case scenarios. If my dog runs away at the dog park, I imagine him picked up by a ransom-seeking trench-coat clad stranger who will send proof of life videos of my beloved Swirl eating discount store… Continue Reading “What I Would Say if Someone Asked”
The 2010 Indy 500 was hot. Not hot as in nice and sunny. Hot as in being inches from death, as in seeing the shimmer of Lawrence of Arabia on the horizon, clawing through the desert sands having already thrown off your shirt and… Continue Reading “Indy Joy”
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