Me.  I have been referred to as a 'Muse' many times throughout my life. I thought about it recently when it happened again. I have been called many other things, but that will have to wait for another blog.  I am going to share what it's like being a living muse for… Read full post »

Please understand that I realize there are more grandmothers in this world than I can count.Each and every one of you are blessed beyond measure. I just need to say that there are some of us grandmas, I'm a 'nona' which is italian for grandma, that are grateful to be one… Read full post »

I have been preoccupied with the process of dying since the day I walked bravely with eyes wide open to witness what I could not understand. I was around the age of seven when my brother and I were sent to our rooms. He was content to play 'spit ball' the… Read full post »

Before I posted "MEN OF HONOR" I hit the button to post it before spell check, so forgive me any misspelled words or incorrect gramar!

I have been facilitating a woman's group for years. I first attended one over sixteen years ago. There are many healing qualities on physical, emotional and spiritual levels. The biggest surprise for me when I first went to one was the safe environment provided to just be me and speak from… Read full post »

I don't work for National Geographic. Lets get that out of the way first. I do however love to observe animals while they live in their natural environments. Why cougars? What is an un-natural habitat? 

Cougars in un-natural habitats have been referred to as older women searching… Read full post »

Leather jackets, leather patches, leather pants,  leather bodices,leather boots. Ahhh, the sent of leather balanced with a good whiskey is just what the doctor ordered. At least that's what my girlfriends and I thought for the adventure of a Friday night.

Just your average local pub in Ore… Read full post »

I dropped two grapes as I was trying to detach them from their vine home with my left hand while typing with my right. I leaned over to see where each of them rolled. They rolled back to the wall almost inches apart from each other. I thought for a minute to get… Read full post »

I am confident in learning. Not so much the school scholar.(as you can see by that sentence) Not at all the technical junkie. I still journal with pen in hand. What I mostly receive  A's in are from the school of life. My teachers are everywhere. You the reader are gradi… Read full post »

Can't help but think of my mom today. She is the one who birthed me 48 years ago. Doctors told her not to have any more after my brother was born two years before me. Here I am. Her health went down hill after I was born. I always heard that… Read full post »

I'm not worried this time. Two years ago I did. I would sit up and pull the covers over my head. I would not breathe right. My heart missed the regular beat. I would have to make the big decision to get out of bed or lay there with obscure thoughts… Read full post »

I will step away from the "baggage" theme and express my love for the sweltering heat. Confession first. I read 'suzie's' blog on summer, but I am not the copy cat. I am simply another avid summer hater. Suzie and I have a twenty year competition thing between us on anything… Read full post »

Driving, walking, sitting... don't follow me. I know who you are. I have been prepared for you since I was a young child. You are in my baggage. I will recognize you anywhere. I will call you out.

This is why. My dad has been ready for every world war even if… Read full post »

          1961 I arrived near Chicago, Joliet to be exact. The stork may have been flying with a hangover that morning. The kind of hangover that keeps pounding your head 'till around 3pm. I was delivered around 10am which is that fuzzy time of decisions.… Read full post »

Happiness, dancing, pleasures beyond my imagination and raw love.

I love Beltane. I could watch "Camelot" a thousand times (almost at my quota) and never tire of Vanessa Redgrave when she first appears in winter white fur. My heart will always be held waiting for Richard Harris to… Read full post »

Out of my "baggage" pops my face. I know what it's like to pack everything possible and usually unused items into a suitcase. I roll t-shirts perfectly, even fold thongs and bras so they fit the curves next to the zipper where I push my fingers to stuff in more items as I am… Read full post »

I know her age doesn't matter. It matters not that she is still alive. What does matter is that April 24th she is celebrated. Let's begin by pulling the remedy to the complete healing of this worlds problems out of my baggage. Yes there is a remedy. Yes, I write eulogies for… Read full post »

no, really, i'll get back to this tomorrow!

....Russian word "grandmother".  I know it as a type of headscarf tied under the chin. I'm Italian and have no idea why my dad didn't teach me the Italian word for scarf. Out of my baggage today I am pulling up an old babushka. This takes me back to the age… Read full post »

Upon arriving at PDX (portland airport) two years ago, I picked up my baggage. A worn out, zipper torn, boot stained, one wheel  bag I've been pulling behind me for over forty seven years. The bags identity tag has been changed for it's own protection.  Every t… Read full post »