by PJColando | Feb 12, 2014 | Blonde
My husband buttered my whole grain toast. Again. Despite my repeated requests to not butter my toast. What to do? Say, “Well, butter my butt and call me a biscuit?” Probably not the time to be a smart mouth… a girl’s gotta eat, right? Better to...
by PJColando | Feb 10, 2014 | Uncategorized
“Let’s you and me hate her” was the name I gave the rapport-building game that I experienced in 1997. It’s power play when there are three girls, each seeking pecking order by defame. I was entrapped – for a short while – until I...
by PJColando | Feb 5, 2014 | Purpose
I said good-bye to thousands of people in the past several days, and then threw them in the trash. Details of restoration and recovery of skills, details of loss and re-birth, notes of triumphs and tears – documented in manila files. I finger-traced all the...
by PJColando | Feb 3, 2014 | Uncategorized
My homework done, I was listening to WLS, as legendary a radio station in Chicago and its surrounds as KMET was in LA. Dick Biondi was the dee jay, the musical tour guide. There was only one radio in our country house, so I couldn’t sequester in my room to...
by PJColando | Jan 29, 2014 | Uncategorized
Paper covers rock covers scissors… It is a childhood game On Sunday, God played it, too And allowed me to take this photo Coastal fog covered moon covered sun The eclipse scene in southern California Look with your eye, blink, exclaim, And run to get your camera...
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