Life as a Miracle: Five Guys

Life as a Miracle: Five Guys

Last year, we call can agree, was the pits. We all suffer, as this new year begins, from PTSD, previously the domain of warriors returning from battles in Vietnam, Afghanistan, and Iraq. I have a unique variant of PTSD, one that I wouldn’t wish on anyone. For...
If Everyone is Irish one day of the year…

If Everyone is Irish one day of the year…

There once was a lad named Larry Whose life had been quite hairy. He chanced a party Where he drank quite hearty And love-at-first-glanced a future wife. There once was a lass named PJ Who’d experienced a separate but equal hell. On Friday she donned her...
Life as a Miracle: Five Guys

Around the House a Union of Opposites Work

I am the type of person who closes a safety pin before tossing in a drawer; my husband is not. In his defense, he’s a leftie, so he fumbles with the thin metal clasp and, well, safety pins are somewhat passe. I am a former 4-H seamstress, as well as the oldest...
What love is –

What love is –

 What love is: relentless tender feelings and accommodation of foibles… utter lack of practicality to provide any and all support… ardent devotion gingerly mingled with silliness: to take oneself seriously is to undermine the nature of loving another more...
I’m a Spice Girl… What About You?

I’m a Spice Girl… What About You?

 I’m a nice girl, everything sugar and spice girl… What about you? Is bling your thing, your reward or your promise for being alive? To what commitments to health and happiness do you adhere? What habits do you embrace and/or long for? While I, like any...