What you can do. What you will do. What you do do. That last sentence never fails to turn me into a 12-year-old as I descend into a fit of giggles. Every now and then, I wish I was more like Audrey Hepburn or Grace Kelly or Princess Diana. Poise, charm, grace. Descriptions that have perpetually eluded me. But I would be happy to fall … Continue reading Make Room-ba For Funny

I watched myself do it. I mean, I literally (yeah, I know) left my body and hovered above the kitchen island and watched myself slowly and methodically do EVERYTHING else besides write. It’s maybe the first time I’ve been so aware in the moment. And yet, I started to cook a pot of steel-cut oatmeal. I took my vitamins. I gave some water to the … Continue reading Sandi 2.0

The woman walking toward me leaned forward and lobbed a fresh bag of dog poo at me. Okay, maybe not AT me, but in my general direction. And maybe it wasn’t so much that, as she was just a terrible shot and missed the trash can located next to me. Either way, I thought to myself, “Day 1 in the books… dog poo thrown at … Continue reading Despite

Somewhere under a Houston moon, Freddy is roaming free. And while he had a little scare, he’s fine now. You see, Freddy came inside (or maybe he was born there) and found himself in a cozy corner. Out of reach, but not out of sight. He was causing no trouble. In fact, he was helping. Doing his job. And while he may have been happy … Continue reading Freddy

I pulled into the parking lot as the skies opened up. I decided to check my email and social media and wait a bit for the rain to subside before I went into the grocery store. A vehicle pulled into the spot next to mine, and I glanced over to see a truck that had probably witnessed 40 years of farm life. A tiny woman … Continue reading Texas Love

Hummmmm…Bumpity bump bumpSqueak squeakBUMP!Just hard enough for me to open my eyes and squint out the picture windowBlue skyWhite puffy cloudsSun making interesting patterns on the shade screenIn my dream, I was flyingBut awake I am connected to a long stretch of highwayAs Texas as if it had been pulled from a picture book about TexasIn late MayThe first sunny day after weeks of rainMud … Continue reading The Bus

Awake at 1:30 in the morning because of storms. Crept into another room to watch a Marco Polo (recorded video chat) from my Dad. Earlier, we had been discussing a particularly hard-to-open bottle of Pepsi he had been wrestling with. He was blaming old age, but laughing at himself. I responded before heading to bed, telling him about a case of water we had at … Continue reading En-lightning and Thunder

I write constantly. But sometimes, the words never make it from my head to the laptop keys. It’s been like that for the last few months. It is 4 am and I wake up from another dream. Not a nightmare exactly, but a continuation of a situation that is not in my control. I grab the cats and move to another room, trying to shake … Continue reading 4 am