by Gail Cushman | Aug 18, 2020 | Uncategorized
My grandmother, Margaret, lived with us for the last six years of her life, taking her final breath at age ninety-five. Those six years were interesting because we had two teenagers in the house (think of the generational gap between someone seventeen and...
by Gail Cushman | Aug 14, 2020 | Uncategorized
I saw a sign reading, “Sometimes I start a sentence and I don’t even know where it’s going. I just hope I find it along the way.” I liked the thought and it sounds good, but I’m sure the author of that sentence is under the age of thirty, because had I written it, it...
by Gail Cushman | Aug 11, 2020 | Uncategorized
I am sure that I am not alone in taking credit for starting the recycling movement. It didn’t start out of a save the Earth movement, it came out of let’s be practical and my family members were the royals of practicality. My dad was a tinkerer; he would go to the...
by Gail Cushman | Aug 7, 2020 | Uncategorized
A Blog by Gail Cushman I agreed to babysit a couple pooches next week. I wrote down the date, but, of course, my “senior moments” have rendered my brain useless. I do recall the directions: stay home for seven days to tend two dogs, plus my darling Wag. Yes, he...
by Gail Cushman | Aug 4, 2020 | Uncategorized
As I have recently shared, my mother, Field Marshall Von Emeline, gave me lots of advice. Most of it I ignored, but one pearl rings true every day in my brain. It was something about always wearing clean underwear in case I was hit by a truck or in a horrific...