Growing Up Cole

Growing Up Cole

Today is my son’s birthday. He is forty-eight, although in my mind, he is a bunch of different ages: one, four, fourteen, and nineteen. Smart, amusing, delightful, and always unpredictable.   I recall his first birthday, smothered head to toe with chocolate...
Ms. M Strikes Again

Ms. M Strikes Again

I have a lot of lists, as I wrote about recently, but this morning I ran across a list of possible blog topics. I writeWrinkly Bitsblogs twice a week and some friends tell me I’m a bit daft, but I like them, and so far, I haven’t run out of fun topics. (Suggestions...
Lists and More Lists

Lists and More Lists

  My editors advised me to list my goals, which, they said, would solidify them, make them more doable, allow me to see progress, or in most cases, no progress at all. They assured me it was the way go, but they are considerably younger than I, and I’m reasonably sure...
Old Friends

Old Friends

I called an old friend of ours last week; he is not only old in age but also someone whose meaning to me doesn’t wither and fade away with time. He lives in another state and didn’t know about Tom’s demise, and I wanted to tell him because we had been friends since...
Hiring a Handyman

Hiring a Handyman

The trouble with being short, and I am shrinking like crazy, is that I can’t reach anything above the second shelf of my cupboards without a stool or ladder, leaving only the kitchen counter as an option to stand on to facilitate reaching those high-up items. My kids...