Where Is It?

Where Is It?

I’ve complained before that I seem to lose everything: my wallet, my glasses, my car keys. I even lose track of the last part of my thoughts as soon as the first half exits my mouth. My poor neighbors play what they think is a fun game and try to fill in what they...
Breaking News

Breaking News

I have a mantra that I recite every morning as I look in the mirror, wondering who that old person is who is staring back at me. Gray hair and wrinkles and the hardware that sits on my nose and in my ears. My mantra, “Age is just a number,” reassures me that I have a...
Watching Jethro Gibbs

Watching Jethro Gibbs

I don’t watch much TV, but I do watch NCIS every week, (my eyes never get tired of watching Mark Harmon, AKA Jethro Gibbs, as he is one fine-looking man). I opened my notebook because I never know when a blog idea will slap me in the face and unfortunately, if I don’t...
Feeling Fine

Feeling Fine

I knew I had been missing something and couldn’t figure out what it was. Whatever it was that I was missing always made me feel good and I hadn’t done it in a long time, well, in fact, two years before Tom passed on to greener pastures. My life’s not over, right? I...
Postcards

Postcards

I looked out my front window this week and shook my head. I am not much of a window washer, but decided I was going to have to do something. I could hardly see anything. Between the rain and the wind and the storms we have had this year, the windows had become opaque...