Tag: #RDP

Hiking with Words

I love serendipity as a word because it smells like flowers and butterflies and happenstance, but I love the word solivagant even more. I’ve never laid eyes on this word – solivagant – until it popped up in a prompt. So, I had to… Continue Reading “Hiking with Words”

Oh, So Talented, Aren’t We All?

My talent is catastrophizing. For example, every time I go over the Hoan Bridge in Milwaukee, I envision my car flipping over the guard rail into the water and knowing that the power windows probably wouldn’t work under water. I watched a video once… Continue Reading “Oh, So Talented, Aren’t We All?”

Naming Rights in the By and By

My name is a married name and not even the current marriage’s married name. My name harkens from a marriage that ended decades ago. Never mind that my name is a borrowed name, long overdue, what would I like it put on after I’m… Continue Reading “Naming Rights in the By and By”

Irony, Laughing, and Coiled Angst at a U.P. Cabin

There’s laughing at funny things and there’s laughing at irony. I found this picture yesterday while, yes, cleaning my office for the ten thousandth day. This is why it takes so much time, the irony factor. In the picture, I am drinking a beer… Continue Reading “Irony, Laughing, and Coiled Angst at a U.P. Cabin”

You Go, Girl

Outlast, at last, shine Black patent leather wiped clean Gleam crushes gravel ____________ Photo by ALEXANDRE DINAUT on Unsplash

Throw Me a Life Preserver from the Chair High Up

Let’s talk about jobs we wish we’d had. I wish I’d been a lifeguard. Not a pool lifeguard but a lifeguard on Lake Michigan. I’d wear a red bathing suit and a hat with ‘lifeguard’ stitched across the front and sit in the ten-foot-tall… Continue Reading “Throw Me a Life Preserver from the Chair High Up”

She Never Liked Pink: My Mother’s Perfection

This was my mother in 1938. The picture was taken at Niagara Falls. She was on her honeymoon, delayed several months while she and my dad gathered their resources. They kept track of their expenses in a small black notebook, noting every gas purchase,… Continue Reading “She Never Liked Pink: My Mother’s Perfection”

Patriotism: Flags are Great but Showing Up is Better

My former neighbor, a tall spare woman named Moreau, decided that every 4th of July, we should help her hang her enormous American flag between our two houses. This was possible because our houses, very old and very tall, were separated by a driveway… Continue Reading “Patriotism: Flags are Great but Showing Up is Better”