Sexy. That’s my new boyfriend in a nutshell. Not only does he have this gorgeous greying hair (we’re talking a full head here, girls), his amaaaazingly green Irish eyes light up a room (and on the other hand they shine in the darkness with a most appealing debonair look). He has… Read full post »

Even our vacuum cleaner is showing signs of depression, lately. As I move it around the first floor, the balls of bunched-up dog hair become stuck in the hose and the vacuum’s breathing is slower and “wheezier.” The fifties renovated vacuum doesn’t want to move and I need to c… Read full post »

All I can say is, we are blessed for the younger generations and their fearless spirits (otherwise interpreted as nonchalant attitudes)!  Driving to drop my teenage daughter off at school the other morning, I received an earful of my own stagnant and prudish ways.   As she placed her w… Read full post »

Comcast has a new “SmartZone” thingy for email.  The thing that I wonder about, is why does it seem that anything called smart seems to be inherently dumb and stupid?  Take Comcast email for instance.  The service is way worse, I can do less thingys than I used to be able… Read full post »

(This is a continuation of life as a S.P...)

And then there’s dating. Hayley meets number one guy: he happens to be walking out toward our front door to leave, when she’s coming home. They immediately connect and he hangs out longer, the three of us talking (well mostly Hayley and… Read full post »

As I hugged everyone goodbye last night at around 10:30 to take off for the drive back to Denrock, Nick laid sprawled on the floor, looking beat. His wife, writer Mary T. Kelly, continued to chat with the lingering guests, several who spent the night (and a couple more) on their… Read full post »

When I am a young girl, there is one thing that I never want to be: a single parent. Poof! the Universe says...Single Parent—here ya go. That’s the mantra going ‘round my head, obviously: Single Parent, Single Parent, Single Parent. And so it is.

Now I admit that I bring… Read full post »

 Yesterday, when I noticed that Apache is in financial trouble, I read her blog, thinking that perhaps she can move in with my daughter and I. At least my mortgage is being paid and we have a roof over our heads. Oddly enough, that same day, my daughter and I went… Read full post »

“Mom, you’re all about relationships!...Hayley tells me. Although she is only just-turned-sweet-eighteen, Hayley is as wise as an owl.  Or wiser. And as a single parent, I learn she is absolutely right; this is what I write about, what blows up my skirt in a torrential way.… Read full post »

Although he is fairly short, bald and quiet, he is my hero, as a toddler.  His only daughter, I run into his arms when he comes home from work, in the evenings, late, after dinner.  He swoops me up, twirls me around and tells me, confidentially, “I have a surprise for… Read full post »

I have read that if one challenges oneself, once a day, one will be a better, more well rounded person for it.  Today, I challenge myself one time, multiplied by several years (I believe I have the extra grey hair to prove it) which leads me to wonder: am I that… Read full post »

okay, so i haven't watched the boob (as in TV) for so many years i lost count.  still, this is my idea for the announcement: jon, who looks virile (i suspect) only looks that way because of the mega doses of hormones he takes...he used to be a woman, only a… Read full post »

The song, “Over the Rainbow” comes over my computer...and for a few sweet moments it’s tough for me to focus on work.  My mind goes to us in your car, listening to Over the Rainbow, singing along with it, singing until we decide to get out, Hayley in the backseat, making… Read full post »

After posting about my daughter's red lace thong panties, I received a couple of follow-ups to the story; i.e. other versions (from males, actually).  Like this one: The Case of the Red Lace Thongy Boxer Shorts
 
Catastrophe  blew through our house yesterday: my wife busted in on me… Read full post »

Catastrophe blew through our home, today: my teenage daughter caught me single-handed...wearing her red lace thong panties.  It doesn’t seem to matter that I absent-mindedly thought the fancy panties were my own (regardless of my accrued wisdom/pre-senioritis), she refuses to believe me.… Read full post »

As the rain softly, persistently falls, I am reminded of my heart’s home, Kauai, where the rain is warm and it tickles your hair, your eyelashes and your whole being.  I am content with the rainfall, unlike most, who desire the melting sun, only, to quench and inspire their souls.  My… Read full post »

It’s the damndest thing: my own brother sent me an email about a phone sex career.  I left him a phone message, asking him if he’s pissed at me for some particular reason (he was mentioned in an essay I recently wrote and published, his part being in a not-so favorable… Read full post »

Life is a bit challenging, at the moment.  I spend the day feeling lost and tired and finally resign when I begin to “blank out” in front of the computer.  I take a nap; upon awakening, I feel a fear so great, as if I am in the dark, climbing out… Read full post »

This is somethin' else....another reason to be racist...or is it?

http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/3036677/vp/30464779#30464779   OR:

http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/30467300/from/ET/ 

good ol' america... i mean, when are we going to just love one another? what's with all this fear bullshit?.… Read full post »

I want to nap...so want to map...in fact, bed is calling me...(just noticed that map came out of my fingers instead of nap...probably a Freudian slip, meaning to map out my life?)...Where, exactly, am I going, in what direction am I headed?

My mother is in town.  It’s been a… Read full post »

I love animals as much as the next Korean...yet somehow being able to see them in the dark, bright as a neon sign, is not what I have in mind...

http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20090428/ap_on_re_as/as_skorea_cloned_dogs  Read full post »

“We all have a god-forsaken right to be loved,” Jason Mraz sings in his love song that I crank up high in the car on the way home from a half wonderful/half disastrous fourth date with a guy that I’m beginning to really like.  Again, my body doesn’t want to cooperate… Read full post »