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...
In Search of My Idaho Sky

In Search of My Idaho Sky

I woke up this morning to a gray sky, a red sun, and wondering if my neighborhood had been picked up by aliens, as I could see nothing beyond my own home. I stepped outside to retrieve the newspaper and the stench and heaviness of the air stunned me, like I was...
Stepping into the Fire Pit

Stepping into the Fire Pit

I started getting hot flashes when I was forty. After thirty-four years, you’d think they would slow down. I mean really. At my age, I’ve “been there—done that” to a whole bunch of stuff, and certainly don’t need reminders of my age or sex.   When I was forty, I knew...
53.8

53.8

This is 2020 and bad things have happened all over the world. This week, the worst happened for our family. My husband of 53.8 years passed away after several years of illness. I say 53.8 years instead of 53 or 54 years because, for me, it was important to make every...