I Used to…

I Used to…

  There are a lot of things that I do now that I didn’t do in the past, some are good, some not so good. This brilliant thought occurred to me when I woke up this morning—at 3 a.m. There I was, bright-eyed and bushy tailed, ready to go, thinking about my day’s...
Ode to Zucchini

Ode to Zucchini

Wrinkly Bits   A Blog by Gail Cushman   I’m a vegetable person and nothing beats home-grown tomatoes and corn and strawberries and I spend most of my annual food budget in the vegetable section at the local supermarket, where I buy plastic binned vegetables that were...
The Field Marshal Returned

The Field Marshal Returned

I’ve tried to avoid mirrors since I retired because, well, I can. Why should I risk depression over gray hair and wrinkles and leopard-like hands? But I had to dress decently this week (no sweatshirt and distressed shorts), and I realized I couldn’t tell what I looked...
Getting Rid of Gilda

Getting Rid of Gilda

  I needed a new chair because my old one looked tired and forlorn. It had been Tom’s chair and when he passed away, he didn’t take it with him, so it sat empty, reminding me he was elsewhere. He had named the chair Gilda (I don’t know why) but it was time for Gilda...
Wrinkly Bits

Wrinkly Bits

Thank you for reading and commenting on Wrinkly Bits. I have a lot of fun writing my blogs and am humbled that you read them.   I also spend time testing the waters with a romantic series entitled “Wrinkly Bits,” which could be subtitled “Slapping...