Wednesday, August 26, 2009. 

What a day.  You couldn’t make this shit up.  I went to the hospital again this morning  Now my love has blue feet and hands.  I walked into the room and was immediately cold to the bone.  For the first time in weeks I was feelin… Read full post »

After attempting to clean out their closet Saturday night, Sheila found herself in her robe standing over the EMPTY bed asking:

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SIGH. 

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Yesterday I scattered my husband’s ashes.  I had them over a week and only managed to lose them for a few hours. (Remember, you heard it here first.)  They were on my mantle, just awaiting “the feeling”...when I would know, in my gut, it w… Read full post »

When people say “truth is stranger than fiction”...well, they know it to be true.  I now add my voice to the mix.

I realize I haven’t written in a week or so, at least for public consumption.  Sometimes it takes a few days to be able to fil… Read full post »

My heart is full, even overflowing with the memories of love my husband lavished on me in creative ways.

I share myself, my experiences, because I am a writer, observer, but what is even more important is the realization I am a participator in this thing we call… Read full post »

I can’t begin to tell about the past few days, it will have to wait awhile.  But I can tell you all it is an amazing journey I am on.

The color blue has been a recurring element in the past eleven days.  This is the story of the first… Read full post »

Because I Love You.

Because I love you I let you go.  To have done anything else would be unbearably selfish.  You taught me the true meaning of selflessness. 

Because I love you I’ll be crying off and on, seemingly out of the blue, but I know the tears… Read full post »

I know I have been somewhat optimistic here, and metaphorical...but dying is difficult enough without sharing every detail.  I shared what I could at the time.

I have so many things I want to say now and share with you, but I need time.  I don't think it is quite real for… Read full post »

Every day I get to come home after spending the day with Lance.  It feels strange,  the house is really quiet, there is no background of Vinny announcing the Dodger game, or channels changing so quickly, rolling by frozen like single frames of a disjointed movie.… Read full post »

Sitting in CCU gives you plenty of time to think.  It’s odd, the last time I had this much time to think was a year and a half ago when my husband had his open heart surgery.  There are huge differences between then and now though.

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Sounds like some great lyrics to me.  For all I know they are lyrics, but I’m way too tired and drained to Google or Bing or any other search for a match.  I’m fine with it.  If anyone want’s to claim it, go ahead.  I’ll edit it to put quotes… Read full post »

“You have reached The Real Life Café.  For reservations press #1.  To Cancel reservations press #2.  To speak with an operator please hold.”

I hesitate.  These are difficult choices.  I press #1.  “This call may be mon… Read full post »

What could be lonelier than driving home after your third trip to the hospital in day?  Nobody is on the road at this hour of the night, and it is a Friday night.  I didn’t pass one car.  I passed a skunk on my driveway, and he didn’t… Read full post »

Eddie Egan/Popeye Doyle 

Popeye Doyle.  That name mean anything to you?  Maybe, if you are from NY and of a certain age.  Remember the Narcotics Detectives, Eddie Egan and Sonny Grosso and a big cocaine bust and a movie called, “The French Connect… Read full post »

What do you do when you are a successful writer/producer/songwriter, a highly visible actor, or a world champion boxer and have come down with a disease in the prime of your life?  

Well, in the case of Mark Solomon, he did what any guy would do--he grabbed… Read full post »

As I approach my 61st  birthday next week, I find I need a little bit of humor to ease the pain.  Hopefully, those of you reading it will find it insightful, frightful, funny and timely... considering where healthcare is these days. 

This has been quite the month… Read full post »

So I want to know where young people get off thinking the world owes them a living?  I read Emma Peel's post  yesterday, and overnight I let it simmer.  Now, I’m prepared to let off the resulting head of steam. 

If we are going to talk entitlements, I think we have… Read full post »

For "Foodie Tuesday" I thought I would share some food art...the paintings I have done depicting foods, or inspired by it.

Pears and Pumpkins

What a lovely bunch of coconuts.

The fish mongers.

 Pears in a bowl.

&… Read full post »

When I was a kid, there were no computers.  There were no video games, and way back when I lived in Greece they didn’t even have television yet!  What ever did we do with all of our time?

We played.  We learned about our neighborhood.  We blew bubbles with… Read full post »

Who was your FIRST prom date? That would be someone I don’t remember the name of, however you can see how utterly delighted I was. 

Who was your FIRST love and do you still talk with him? Michael Manhood.  I kid you not.  He was in Athens, Greece an… Read full post »

The trip to Alaska with Sully was our first date.  Really. I have shared with you a subsequent trip we took to Australia, which was the last hunting trip I ever took.

But the adventures of his life, and the sharing of it went on for years.  During the Alaskan… Read full post »

You know, snow doesn’t really quench your thirst.  I discovered that tidbit to be true while munching on the fourth snowball.  

“Let’s load up.”  Buddy yelled to me.  I turned to Sully-- he had a broad grin on his face.  We… Read full post »

In January of 1972 you could have found me sitting in First Class on an airplane headed for Cordova, Alaska.  I would have been drinking a glass of champagne with the man who had dared me to go big game hunting with him in Alaska, Sully.  

He was 28 years… Read full post »