Last summer I needed to heal a broken heart and work through feelings that came up during my father's final illness and death. So I took an art class at the local Senior Center. I didn't know I needed to bring supplies. It wasn't a formal instruction, more of a… Read full post »

I lost my father five decades ago. I vaguely remember a man who seemed to love me very much. I have memories of him dancing with me, my right arm extended with small legs dangling as he sang songs in English, French and Italian. He used to make up stories… Read full post »

I wrote this almost two years ago and each comment was incredibly pleasing to me. People are remarkable and fascinating to me. Often I wonder if we all even see the same colors. Does food taste the same to us all and if so, shouldn't I like eggplant? I've never met… Read full post »

“We should do away with the absolutely specious notion that everybody has to earn a living. It is a fact today that one in ten thousand of us can make a technological breakthrough capable of supporting all the rest. The youth of today are absolutely right in recognizing this nonsense of… Read full post »

I know what a lot of things feel like, feelings I wish I didn’t know. I know what it feels like to be suicidal. I know what it feels like to build up the resolve and feel the relief of thinking I was killing myself. I know what it feels like… Read full post »

La cage aux folles literally translates into the cage of madwomen, but commonly it means birds of a feather. This is a true story of crazy parakeets in one cage.

Long ago, when I was a bride in southern Minnesota I decided livestock, chickens, cats and dogs… Read full post »

My spirit has been rescued, saved by being truly loved. I haven't been this happy in a relationship in over a decade. This is Grace...

Grace was found wandering the streets of Sacramento, pregnant and alone. I have no idea what happened to her pups, she was sent by… Read full post »

Mrs. Scorpio and her husband invited mama and I to the Fair, much to my delight mama said yes. Forget your visions of what everyone does at the fair, since my nest emptied I have the luxury of doing what I want to do. We spent the first… Read full post »

I'm overly fond of Post-It's and many are posted about my house with messages to me. They're only the modern version of the scraps of paper I used to tape up. Mini prompts everywhere. Words from friends, books, and now, people on OS. Words to comfort, guide or make… Read full post »

Late Friday night I was hanging out with a girlfriend after going out for pizza and she recounted the most remarkable conversation with her husband. He was in the bathroom brushing his teeth, looked at the toothpaste, and made the most amazing observation. He told her that for 25 years… Read full post »

Monday night I went to my daughter's house for a week of my own personal reality show:  Survivor Grandmas: A Week With Baby. My son-in-law taught little Kamal the Stink Eye, she was at times a formidable opponent. You see...

She was no match for me, I… Read full post »

I read Joan H's post The Power of the Apology and it hit home, you know, like a fist in the gut. I don't want to go into details, 55 years is a lot of details to cover in one post, if you haven't been reading my posts hopefully you'll still… Read full post »

This is a re-post from my other blog here, L'Heure Bleue 2. I post things there that I don't want to remember. Or I post there when I'm hiding. I know a lot about hiding and not wanting to remember things. You can go look at it if you want but… Read full post »

I've already posted the drawings I'm learning to do so this is something different I did years ago. I was a jewelry designer for my dad's import and wholesale company for 6 years. Because we carried a diverse selection and were direct importers, we sold to many types of… Read full post »

My mother was going through old books and papers of my father's not long after he died. She was showing me things to see if I wanted them or she should get rid of them. One day we were going through his stacks of books on Egyptology and antiques… Read full post »

Big news! Mama and I are taking a painting class. This is big news because we're left brain ladies, we like math, mechanical things, bookkeeping, electronics. We file everything, we file our clothes!

We're bustin' out, cuttin' loose, we're wild artista types now!

Nah, actu… Read full post »

I became an American when I was 5, I also got a middle name that day. It was an exciting day for my parents, I was told to be on my best behavior  and their nervousness extended to me. I vaguely remember a kindly immigration judge looking at papers… Read full post »

“My 2 year old granddaughter had a tantrum in the grocery cart and my daughter was disciplining her (telling privileges she would lose at home) to stop screaming. A woman came up and told her she was mean and a bad mother. It's ridiculous that someone who wasn't taught common… Read full post »

MAY 7, 2011 2:41AM

Trying to imagine because of OS

Reading on OS is very different than reading books. When people write books or articles, they tell you the story they think you want to hear. There was a time I read 2 or 3 novels a… Read full post »

As I said near the end of my post As sick as our secrets “I have to trust that more answers will appear as I'm ready to apply solutions.” Always the lesson appears when the student is ready. There have been a strange series of events that led me back to the… Read full post »

Part of a post from  Sept 18, 2010. 

Many years ago, The Cowboy once told me I reminded him of The Princess and the pea. It baffled me as I'm not very high maintenance, I prefer to dig in the dirt or stand walls to going shopping. I’d… Read full post »

I walked into IHOP Wednesday to meet my mom, my daughter and my granddaughter Kamal. I stepped inside to see where they were seated and little Kamal saw me. Her face lit up, she started bouncing in the high chair shouting "Hi! Hi! Hi!" the whole time I was walking… Read full post »