There is something strange going on in my garden—something of a cross between Jack and the Beanstalk, the Little Shop of Horrors and Attack of the Killer Tomatoes. It’s my collard greens. They are out of control. I hate to admit this but truthfully, I’m not much of a gardener. Don’t get me wrong. I love having a garden. I …
When I’m Sixty Four (Humor)
Shortly before my most recent birthday the Beatles came to me speaking words of wisdom and whispering a song. When I get older, losing my hair, many years from now Will you still be sending me a valentine, birthday greetings, bottle of wine? If I’d be out ‘til quarter to three, would you lock the door? Will you still need …
Sweet Little Lies (Humor)
I recently discovered I live with a pathological liar. I’m sorry to have to report it’s me. Not me, but my alter ego “me.” I don’t think of her as a liar, per se, rather as a misdirected, eternal optimist. She means well. Wait a minute! Was that me who said that, or did she? There’s a Fleetwood Mac song …
Sleeping Easy
Lately, I’ve been losing a lot of sleep—over sleep. I used to rest easy that my Zzz’s were fine. True, an extra hour or two in the sack would be welcomed, but I’ve functioned for years on six hours of sleep without problems. My sense of peace was shattered, though, when my husband and I each got one of those …