When I first met Rita, she had just turned 90. She was the mother of my boss and a savvy businesswoman. She was nearly blind, lived alone in her home, and I visited her regularly. But not in the way someone would normally visit a 90-year old woman. These were business visits. She was signing all the checks I had written for her properties. Don’t … Continue reading In Memory of Rita
Oh Sandra! My memories of you involve a lot of stuff I can’t post… which made you a pretty awesome person to know! Thank you for coming to every party. For getting all the jokes. For taking Chels under your wing like she was your own grandchild. Thank you for dragging me to Bingo. For bringing the booze. For never EVER holding your tongue. 😂 … Continue reading In Memory of Sandra
I have decided that post office employees can’t possibly suck as bad as they seem. It’s almost as if they suck deliberately. So I think I have it figured out. In a world of email and social media, they have collectively plotted to get us to go outdoors and meet our neighbors. Sometimes next door, and sometimes towns away. Corsicana Auto Parts, I’m coming for … Continue reading Meet-Cute
Each morning, for the past 12 years, I have pulled back three sets of curtains from my bedroom windows, and have looked across at the garden that Wayne and Debbie built. I’ve watched as they’ve tended it, from one season to the next. We’ve waved to each other as we leave our driveways. I’ve witnessed the changing seasons unfold in front of me with colorful … Continue reading In Memory of Wayne
Raspberry seed stuck in my teeth. Driving me crazy. No floss handy (which is not like me), so I thought, “Hair. Yes, a strand of hair will work just as well.” You know what doesn’t work just as well? Hair. Now I have a raspberry seed AND hair stuck in my teeth. If we militarized this and used it as a form of torture, we … Continue reading “Don’t-al” Work
“What’s by the gate?” I stared up at the cute boy, the sun creating a halo around his head. He paused before answering. “Feathers.” “Feathers?” I responded, but stopped my voice just before it raised into a question. I didn’t want to know any more. I’m sitting in the same spot, but there is no cute boy standing in front of the sun now. I … Continue reading Feathers and Clover
So after a night of drinking, the dog woke us up at 2:30 am just in time to crap on the floor as we ran to let her out (she tried…). And no, the dog wasn’t drinking, we were. I only clarify this for the smartasses who will undoubtedly comment. Too awake to fall asleep, I turn on one of my favorite go-to’s, a Warren … Continue reading I’m Sorry Mr Hurt
