“Are You Brother and Sister?”

August 21, 2016.Reading time 3 minutes.

“Are you guys brother and sister?” the question came from our soon-to-be five-year-old granddaughter. Dropped off by her mother for an overnight stay, we had a day of cousins and uncles and aunts, and of course, Grandma and Grandpa. I brushed off her comment with a: “No, we’re married”, but the innocent observation shook me. […]

First Hurdle Cleared

May 12, 2016.Reading time 1 minute.

Just returned from the hospital, having left my husband in the Cardiac Surgery Recovery Unit. He was not transferred to the unit until after 9:00 pm, so while I was able to see and touch him, he was not yet conscious. It is hard to pinpoint the gamut of emotions that have coursed through me […]

It’s a Conspiracy!

February 24, 2016.Reading time 4 minutes.

The penny has dropped! Bear with me here, and I will fill you in on all the sordid details. My husband and I met online, or I should say, almost didn’t meet online because of one very crucial difference: our views on camping. He had posted that he’d love someone to burn dinner with, as […]

RV Kidding?

February 23, 2016.Reading time 3 minutes.

One of the last things my ex-husband did before becoming an ex, was to show up with a used motor home, unexpectedly. I won’t get into the details here, but suffice to say it was neither discussed in advance, nor a suitable vehicle for family outings. So, when I met my current husband and he […]

Where Are The Dogs?

Contemplating risk –a reunion with a former selflooking for an exit When did I become a snakerestrained?When did I become persona non grata? I slither between storiesconvince myself I can flydistraction a ruse I have big cat energyoverstepping boundariessocially adverse A faulty jeweldreaming of abundance but there’s a dragon to disarm My mother’s burden on my […]

Turning (tanka)

Mother

When I had a mothermy hair would cascadein curls of auburn perfectiona red velvet bow to accentuate the wave And I’d wear my bestnewly sewn frockwith lace at the neckand fishnet stockingsand patent Mary Janes And the girls giggling with delightwould skip hand-in-handto the school promand the boys shyly perchedagainst the back wall would wonderhow […]