Our part in Childhood stroke awareness day

My blog is under construction today so please bear with me. You will see changes going on throughout the morning. ...more

The Long and Short of It

"We can take it another step in that direction," my stylist said cautiously. I'd just outlined a fairly ambitious plan to excise all evidence of what's simply referenced around here as The Incident. "I'm prepared to take it all the way up to the chin," I offered. ...more

I start my day (post #496)

I start my day...This is my 496th post on my ordinary life.  I am dealing with my siblings, father and wonderful hubby.  Trying to eek out some time to be an unpublished writer at this time.  Enjoy ...more

Not Newsworthy, After All

I braved the crowds at a local shopping mall yesterday, dragging with me my 3-year-old son, my sister and her two youngsters (both under 18 mo.). By "braved," I mean we went stupidly. ...more

Lean on me, sistah...

“I have a strict policy that nobody cries alone in my presence.”  - Truvy ...more





Please, Continue

My dear sweet sister Mary died on December 10th. After our mother died in 2001, Mary was the closest thing I had to a mother. I am the youngest of nine children, and, although I still have several living siblings, this loss - especially so close to the holidays - has been very hard to bear. I remember Mary as a fiercely independent woman who loved to truly experience life, travel, have adventures, and had a marvelously demented sense of humor. Her decline and death has left a hole in my heart, and it will take a long time for that to heal. ...more

My Sister, My Friend

On our way to a football game, my sister looked at me and asked, “Why don’t you ever tell me I’m cute?”  With her new outfit and freshly coifed hair, she did look rather nice.  But her forthright fishing for a compliment startled me. ...more

I'm sorry but your regrets won't fix it

Several months ago I recieved a nice letter in the mail from the DPS stating they were not renewing my drivers license. I'm sorry what? Why? ...more

Growing Pains for a Little Brother

My daughter Rae turned 6 on Saturday, and while I am shedding my own tears about my little girl growing up, no one seems to be suffering as badly as my 4-year-old son Rocco. He idolizes his big sister like nothing I've ever seen. He hangs on her every word, he copies her every move, and he takes her proclamations as gospel. If I tell him not to do something, he will say, "But Rae told me I could." I find myself repeatedly reminding him that Rae is not in charge, Mommy and Daddy are in charge. But I can't seem to get it through to him. To Rocco, Rae is the Queen of the Castle. ...more