It’s no secret that I’m a die-hard Lynyrd Skynyrd fan. I may be giving away my age by divulging that I spent my early childhood listening to 8-track tapes of the band. Not even a ruler crack across the knuckles, from Sister Innocenta, could break my devotion. Matter of fact, “Sweet Home Alabama” is my…
In my neck of the woods, February thru April is maple syrup time. During these months, the sap will start to flow only with the perfect mix of temperatures. Somewhere between the icy grip of winter and the warm breezes of early spring. A hundred years ago, the woods would be dotted with wooden or…
After being side-lined for several weeks with every virus and bacteria known to the medical establishment, my first order of business was to continue my quest for a well-fitting bra. Once again, I made the long trip to the mall. Consumed by desperation and a bra with no support, I decided that maybe it was…
Dozens of cedar waxwings made a playground in the ornamental crabapple tree outside my kitchen window. They twittered away in harmony, bouncing from branch to branch, stopping every so often to pick the small, dried fruit.
My cantankerous Christmas cactus, that I have been fighting to keep alive for years, has finally decided to bloom. Better late than never.
Mother Nature continues to hem-and-haw about what season it should be – even though the calendar clearly states that is it February. The past few days, again, have been a mix of sleet, freezing rain, and snow followed by an un-seasonal warm-up. Every creature and plant in this area has been in a state of…
It was the old timer up the road on the other end of the phone line. “Where the hell is your husband?” he demanded to know. “Same place he is everyday at this time… at work,” I barked back. “Get up here right now and bring a flashlight and the roof rake (a 10 ft…
‘Hope’ is the thing with feathers That perches in the soul And sings the tune without the words And never stops, at all. And sweetest, in the Gale, is heard And sore must be the storm That could abash the little Bird That kept so many warm. I’ve heard it in the chillest land And…
After going through BRAmageddon, I was feeling a little worse for the wear. Nothing will give you a case of the body blues, like bra shopping. It’s quite a downer, looking in the mirror at yourself, and seeing that your boobs look like ten miles of bad road because they’re all jacked up in an…
The bra situation has become desperate lately. Most have lost their powers of containment, and are tenuously hanging on by the last hook and eye. It was time for the “Try and Find a Bra Without Breaking Down in the Fitting Room” annual marathon. Bra shopping is one of my least favorite activities – it’s…
I made an effort last night to catch up on the important news of the last several days. As I perused, pondered and poured over the disconcerting happenings around the world, this piece of paramount publishing appeared before my eyes… 18 Things You Should Never Put In Your Vagina Seriously? Were we all that uneducated…
Picture it. Thursday night, 2016. There I was, busy chopping and slicing and dicing. Trying my best to get supper made before everyone came into the kitchen whining about being hungry. When suddenly, my daughter came bursting through the backdoor and shouted… COW IN THE LAWN!!! Those of you that live on a farm with…
The Farmers in the Dell 