Wrinkly Bits A Blog by Gail Cushman Cody, the wonder dog, is a wonder, and often makes us wonder about his lineage and heritage, unsure of exactly he where came from. He is a Cairn Terrier, the word...

Wrinkly Bits A Blog by Gail Cushman Ready or not, here it comes, another January, another set of resolutions, and another set of anticipations, as to what 2024 will bring. I make resolutions every...

Wrinkly Bits A Blog by Gail Cushman Instead of concentrating on what we did this year, I have been thinking about what we learned, and made a list, you know how I am with lists! Some of the listed...

Wrinkly Bits A Blog by Gail Cushman I was busy with my usual writing habit the other day when Cowboy came in, clad in his heaviest coat, stocking cap, gloves, and pacs, carrying an axe and a saw,...

Wrinkly Bits A Blog by Gail Cushman I was busy all day yesterday, but looking back, I don’t remember a lick of what I did. I can tell you what I didn’t do: I didn’t write my Christmas cards. I...

Wrinkly Bits A Blog by Gail Cushman I’m a morning person (which drove my teenaged kids crazy) and I feel like the day is wasted if I don’t start my daily list of “gotta do today” before my second...

Wrinkly Bits A Blog by Gail Cushman Thanksgiving is one of those days that fills my heart with love, it’s my favorite holiday, and I’ve written about it several times. But this is my first...

Wrinkly Bits  A Blog by Gail Cushman Today was a first. It’s Thursday and I invited the Cowboy to lunch at my favorite Columbus, Montana, lunch haven. We were early, not too many people there,...

Today is the Marine Corps Birthday and being a Marine, I celebrate its 248 years, unhampered by progress, as some say. The ads repeat, “The Few, The Proud, The Marines,” and those of us who served...

Wrinkly Bits A Blog by Gail Cushman I’m about a week late with my weekly Wrinkles, and I just need to explain. Three Marines and a wife landed at our house and have entertained us for a few days. It...

Everybody has traveled with a pet, sometimes just a quick trip to the grocery store, other times camping in the great outdoors, dodging squirrels, birds, or other big brown things, like bears. Our...

I’ve never much liked my hair and I blame it on my mother and father. Both had fine, thin hair with no personality. It was just hair. My mother was too busy to do anything interesting with her hair,...

This week my dryer failed. I was on a roll with my clothes washing, you know, sort and separate, pre-wash and spray. The easy-to-wash washables separated from those that are a pain in the Watusi,...

A Blog by Gail Cushman I am not a hoarder; I would swear to it. I don’t shop much, I’d rather travel. I toss stuff away regularly. Yet, when I wanted to put something away, I couldn’t find space...

For the past couple weeks, I have been pretending to be a gardener, planting flowers and pulling weeds. I have never claimed to be a gardener and always thought that a layer of plastic covered by...

A Blog by Gail Cushman The cowboy and I ventured to Boise to attend the Idaho Writers’ Workshop this week, a long trip, but so worth the while, and in the meantime, I gained a new name. Most of the...

Wrinkly BitsNot everyone is born with the ability to fix things, and I am one of those. I’m not mechanically inclined and don’t see Part A fitting into Part B and eventually fitting with Parts G, H,...

There are a few important days every year. We have a host of religious holidays, too many to mention, and you would have to use all your fingers and toes to count them. The political and historical...

A few years ago, I met up with a high school classmate whom I had not seen in twenty years, maybe more. I didn’t recognize her because she had gotten much older than 18, not that I had, because,...

Wrinkly Bits A Blog by Gail Cushman I was watching Cody, the wonder dog, today, and noticed something about him that is different from us. He has a bad memory, or maybe no memory at all. He possibly...

A couple years ago, I bought a Keurig, great coffee, easy peasy, and I loved it For about a week.  One sunny morning, ready for coffee, it stopped working. I had bought it at the big box C...