How A Dermatologist Made Me Obsessed With My Face
Do the Face Gods hate me now?
Category: Life
#hertoo “I Got Myself Raped”
I know I was at fault. I shouldn’t have left my friends. I should have made sure they were safe. There’s no excuse for being young and dumb and naïve. The memory of what happened to Rose, of losing her friendship, doesn’t seem like punishment enough for what I did. Which is probably why I buried the memory as long as I did.
When What Was Lost Is Found: Never Give Up Hope
When What Was Lost Is Found I have become the queen of losing things. Last fall I lost two of my favorite necklaces. One I love not only because my son gave it to me, but it’s one of those pieces that goes with everything. The other was from my…
Sometimes It’s All About The Dog
Maybe we were finally over losing Pepper. If only we could find another dog like her. But that is impossible. How do you replace the perfect dog?
The Week in Review
Maybe that’s why I go on the scary rides. I’m hoping it’ll take me back to my childhood and I can be that blissfully ignorant and fearless again.
It’s Not Me It’s You
I used to have a friend named Annie (not her real name) who, after we had made plans, would inevitably change them. She’d change the time, the meeting place or the date, or she’d postpone. I was friends with her for over twenty years. It got to be a joke…
My Husband The Not Navy Seal
It’s all over the news on Veteran’s Day, the Navy Seal who shot Osama Bin Laden. He is to be admired for sure for his bravery and he is definitely an American hero. But as we sit down to another of my culinary attempts (Crockpot Kung Pao chicken) I tell…
The Last Sarcoxie Day
Back in Sarcoxie I stop to visit Maxine once more. I won’t see her again before I leave. I wish I had the energy to go down to the square again. I want more pictures. I want to people watch and absorb the atmosphere. I have ideas for blogs but…
Sarcoxie Days
9/7/14 I’m on my way home! Yay! Yesterday we went to breakfast at The Hungry House with Maxine. It was raining and cold after the 90 degree heat of the day before – a shock to find it in the 60’s. The Hungry House is the only restaurant anywhere near…
When We Were Friends
Maybe it was twenty-five years ago. Maybe it was only one. Or two. We were friends, weren’t we? Our children grew up together. We lived next door to each other. Or maybe you were in my wedding. Did you throw a baby shower for me? Where are you now? Did…
