Among other labels, I have been told that I have a Type A personality, always busy, no time to rest and that might be true, but I’m trying harder to become more of a Type B personality, taking...

A Blog by Gail Cushman   While I was off to Florida last winter enjoying the beach, I had the interior of my house painted and I must say the painter did a bang-up job. I had to remove all the...

A Blog by Gail Cushman   In the past months I’ve been reflecting on my life, seventy-five years of life, love, and liberty. I’m glad I was born when I was, a baby boomer with my formative years in...

A few months ago, I sat on the “Forest Gump bench” in Savannah, Georgia, and pondered his “life is like a box of chocolates, you never know what you’ll get,” quote and isn’t that the truth? This...

A Blog by Gail Cushman, with help As you know, I get a lot of responses to my blogs. I drop my blog off on about fifty websites, and I never know what readers will say. Last week I wrote Holy Cow!...

You never know about husbands, and when Tom died, he took a lot of secrets to his grave. I’m not gonna sing-the-blues about his being gone with this blog, because we are both at peace now, but I’ve...

A Blog by Gail Cushman   My days are fusing, you know, running together, making it difficult to determine one from another, and this week the ruts have run deep and wide, and I’m looking for...

  I went outside to get my morning paper and it wasn’t there. Instead, I was met by a blast of heat, like a 365-degree oven that you open to pop potatoes in for baking. My phone thermometer...

Yesterday I was out and about, visiting a senior center, where about a bunch of people over a certain age met to visit, eat, and have a good time. My guess is that most were widowed or widowered...

My least favorite day of the week has always been Saturday. For most people it was a day of rest or recreation, but I never quite had that experience. My father enjoyed spending every weekend doing...

  A Blog by Gail Cushman   My blogs are usually listed as “two-minute reads” by the Facebook people who enjoy counting 120 seconds, but today, my blog deals with my gratitude and might be...

People often ask how I came up with the name “Wrinkly Bits.” It’s an odd name for a book series but it isn’t really complicated. I was born in 1946, a year after World War II ended, one of the first...

I have a short name, four letters, one syllable, easy to roll off your tongue. Gail. But I’ve been called a lot of things through the years. My two brothers and my father had nicknames for me, which...

Boise is growing by leaps and bounds and with it, big changes are happening. I have always said, “Change is good,” because generally good things emerge with change, but now I’m not so sure. The...

  This week my life took a new direction, which can be good, but I’m puzzling a bit about this twist and turn. It seems my life is not my own, which makes me cranky. I’m used to sitting in front of...

  A Blog by Gail Cushman   As you know, my grandmother often said, “There’s a bus leaving tomorrow, I might as well be on it,” so I got on a bus this week. Accompanied by a dozen other...

In the past two years, I’ve become a useless sloth when it comes to cleaning, but reality hit today when I spilled a half empty carton of whipping cream in the refrigerator, and it leaked all over,...

You’re not going to believe what I found! I was looking for something, (I have forgotten what because I got so excited about my discovery). I have opened and closed that drawer a hundred times and...

I often wake up at four or five in the morning and peel myself out of bed on the pretense of having lots to do, but really, it’s because I went to bed earlier than most people do and am anxious for...

Another disease hit Boise this weekend, dare I say I’m pretty sure that it hit the whole north American continent. I didn’t realize I had it, but it had hit me head on, shaken me like a rag doll,...