- California, USA
- August 10
- When I figure it out I'll add it, one blog at a time.
I illustrated "Travel Tales I Couldn't Put in the Guidebooks" written by Lea Lane. You can get it at Amazon and on Kindle!
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- Not Just Another Veteran...
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- Thought I Would Blog
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- Never Write Your Autobiography
June 09, 2013 02:04PM
- A Cautionary Foray
January 14, 2013 04:02PM
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- “I enjoyed singing
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cold here, and my pool full
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Me at age 7 in Athens, Greece.
Being unemployed. These words resonate with me…not like they did when I was a young woman, when life lay before you and jobs were plentiful, especially when you had youth, beauty and common sense to count as skills. Ironically the… Read full post »
I left last Wednesday to fly to Jackson Hole, WY. I was going to meet Paul and visit one of his sons and not-so-coincidentally meet the two year old grandson. All went really well, including the on again, off again snow. (Ok there was a bit of drama with… Read full post »
Drawing by Sheila ©2010
Everyone handles the holidays differently as is very evident by all of the postings about it. My late husband taught me some valuable lessons about holidays.
Holidays have become something about expectations...not bei… Read full post »
I never figured my life would be delicate strands of tautness woven into a lace, strong yet able to be unraveled by a broken thread.
It’s been a year since his death. He was the major thread of my last 30 years. Since then I’ve examined parts of my… Read full post »
Listening to music now is really weird. My husband never liked music, had no frame of reference for songs of his youth...yet you could give him a baseball player’s name and he would, in Vinny’s voice, provide you with the commentary of a particular Dodger’s game… Read full post »
Last night I was thinking. I was dancing around my kitchen preparing a dinner salad of grilled halibut, blackberries, boiled potatoes, grill-roasted corn, strawberries and lettuces. (Yes they went together marvelously tied with a tangelo squeezed over… Read full post »
I never gave much thought about who I am, until lately. To be fair, more like when my husband died.
Things become so ingrained, so subtly infused with “us”, the couple we were it was often hard to see where one begins and the other ends. Yes,… Read full post »
Six months. Sunday made six months since my husband died. It’s hard to think how so much/so little time has passed since my world ceased to exist in the comfortable form it had grown into.
Oh sure, I can review my blogs, my grieving diary, my appointment books,… Read full post »
The last time I was in La Paz Mexico was in the early 70's. I stayed at Los Arcos, the best hotel in town at the time. It was all white, had a wonderful turquoise swimming pool I laid around in curlers and a blue/green bikini (part of… Read full post »
Thunder and lightning
throwing itself against us
making winter known.
Raindrops keep fallin’...
It’s been just over three months since I have been a “single”. To my estimation that would be covering quite a few Tuesday Foodie Posts. I’ll admit I am not contributing much of anything, but on occasion I will whip up something I have seen on OS.
Mos… Read full post »
Giddy from my “fifteen minutes of fame”, in 1975 I drove to Hollywood from Colorado, as an innocent. Though my “fame” was on the big screen, my true calling was writing.
Armed only with a red VW, laden with my worldly possessions crammed into a few cardboa… Read full post »
Sunday I got hungry. I was all showered and dressed and it was 12:15. I decided I would drive to Ventura to poke around and discover a restaurant I hadn't eaten in before. It felt like a good time to call my friend Brett and be spontaneous...asking him to join… Read full post »
The longing for sex
means I am still very much here
even though you aren't.
Do you get enough? Sex I mean... I know I don’t. Of course there might be a good reason I don’t. I’m just having trouble thinking what it is. Hah-hah...… Read full post »
Yesterday I had an “astrologer” give me a reading. Why? I happen to have a spare $25 I wanted to donate to a worthy cause; the 75 year old, who should spend it on a hair dye (or to get a haircut at the absolute minimum) lady from Europe, just trying… Read full post »
To ignore things you have to be heavy into denial. If you are spending that much time and effort to deny something, then you are going to miss the point. There is no time for denial, only acceptance. For when we accept that the choice is ours,… Read full post »
I have only three men in my life, and one died nearly a month ago. The other two are a tale of things opposite, yet ending up the same, if only for a few days.
Back near the end of April my son confessed to us he was… Read full post »
Wednesday, August 26, 2009.
What a day. You couldn’t make this shit up. I went to the hospital again this morning Now my love has blue feet and hands. I walked into the room and was immediately cold to the bone. For the first time in weeks I was feelin… Read full post »
When people say “truth is stranger than fiction”...well, they know it to be true. I now add my voice to the mix.
I realize I haven’t written in a week or so, at least for public consumption. Sometimes it takes a few days to be able to fil… Read full post »
I know I have been somewhat optimistic here, and metaphorical...but dying is difficult enough without sharing every detail. I shared what I could at the time.
I have so many things I want to say now and share with you, but I need time. I don't think it is quite real for… Read full post »
Eddie Egan/Popeye Doyle
Popeye Doyle. That name mean anything to you? Maybe, if you are from NY and of a certain age. Remember the Narcotics Detectives, Eddie Egan and Sonny Grosso and a big cocaine bust and a movie called, “The French Connect… Read full post »
Does anyone remember the tv show from the 70's, "Fernwood Tonight", later known as "America Tonight"? It was co-hosted by Martin Mull and Fred Willard.
“Fernwood Tonight”, began as the summer replacement for the show, “Mary Hartman,… Read full post »
All we wanted was to begin a family, our own family. Due to my husband’s disease and the probability of passing it on, we thought adoption was the best way to go. We thought there are so many children without homes, surely we could find one to come into our… Read full post »
It all began last year when I was writing a series chronicling 30 years of my life, beginning at the age of 10. When I got to the early 60’s I began to think of my childhood friend Kathy. She and I had been thick as thieves, almost from the day… Read full post »
Don’t sleep with people you see on TV if you never want to see them again.
It’s no secret I have had some sex....okay, lots of sex. But having good sex, in my opinion, takes years of practice. (Smile.) A great deal of practice. (Bigger smile.) It is a good… Read full post »