Looking back, I can’t think of anyone I’d rather have shared a pregnancy with than my friend, Dottie.  She uses her grown-up name now.  Everyone calls her Dot.  But, I knew her when.  I’ll always call her Dottie.

From the time we m… Read full post »

And so it begins…our… Read full post »

You don’t get many choices at birth.   Nobody asks what you want to be.  Take birth order, for example.  I was the first-born of four girls.  Given what I now know, I might have chosen to be born last, but nobody asked me.  You don’t get… Read full post »

I got spooked.  Everyone made it sound so hard.  It just made sense to get all the help I could get, so I bought a book. 

Nothing I read really surprised me.  I expected my sex drive to crawl underneath the bed.  I knew my skin would… Read full post »

I’m not the most social animal you’ll ever meet.

Just ask…

Okay, there are a couple of people you could ask. 

My oldest/dearest would regale you with stories of sardonic avoidance.  While she’s talking though, remember she&rsq/… Read full post »

He looks like his father, but he doesn’t know it.  It’s in the eyes, around the nose…the bridge.  There’s an aquiline quality, a sharpness that conjures him.

But that’s where it ends. 

Everything else; from fine… Read full post »

As she does most mornings, my friend Lisa greeted me on Thursday with a text message.

“Did you see them off?”

She knew I’d spent the previous two days shopping, laundering, baking, and packing in an effort to give the men in my li… Read full post »

So, apparently, The Rapture is scheduled to take place tomorrow, May 21^st.  Or October 21^st.  Or, possibly some time in between.  I guess that’s why, though he announced a date, Reverend Camping left us guessing as to time. 

And, that’s unfor… Read full post »

I work in an office populated by political people, the majority of whom prefer their chairs roll only to the right.

And, then there’s me.

Clinton was still in office when I started this job.  Those were the salad days…

Other than a few last-minute… Read full post »

It was a Tuesday.  

I had already worked long enough to induce desperate glances at the clock in hopes that it would soon be time for lunch. 

My desk phone rang. 

Ann calling to say she’d be late wasn’t unusual.  The frantic tone in… Read full post »

Despite the fact I only read it last year, on Tuesday I couldn’t remember the name of one of my very favorite books.

But, on Saturday, burying a hand trowel into earth made forgiving by Spring rains, I remembered being eight and being dubbed “Messy Bessi… Read full post »

When it came to market, I was among the first in line for the IPOD.  I had one of the early models, the one that looked like a space-age tic-tac dispenser.  I later traded up to the Nano, which I rarely mentioned without thinking of Robin Williams, prompting the… Read full post »

My mother insisted I write letters…mostly to my grandmothers…mostly to her mother.

Grandmother Eakes (We called her “Eakes” to distinguish her from Grandmother “Howell”, though the two were as different as night and day.) never answered.  Neve… Read full post »

I’ve always meant to watch “The Biggest Loser”.  Over all the seasons it’s been on television, I may have seen one and one-half episodes.  Many of my friends find the program inspiring and motivating, and it’s not that I don’t… Read full post »