My husband, Rollo, was in the hospital for 4 days in October. He’d never spent a night in the hospital before. I don’t have to tell those of you who know him, but he’s rather ‘busy”. Like border collie busy. Like constant motion busy. Continue reading
I was feeling pretty sorry for myself when I first saw her. I was shivering in the waiting area of St Paul Gastroenterology. I hadn’t eaten in what seemed like for-EVER-er. Ok. That’s not exactly true. I had a clear liquid diet for part of the day before. woo-hoo. Continue reading
This is my first blog and, although I always have plenty to say, I wasn’t sure what I would blog about.
So I checked the Internet. A blog on blogging for writers tells me I shouldn’t blog about myself. I should blog about something useful, helpful, entertaining to the general population. They suggest food, travel, pets, and current interesting celebrities. Continue reading
I have been meaning to write a story titled The Last Piece of Cake. It’s been floating round my head for years along with recipes, dryer lint, plans for world peace, and a few lost marbles. It’s crowded in there. Continue reading
I assumed the tales were exaggerated, but I traveled to meet my future father-in-law for the first time with a healthy dose of caution.
Uncle Jerry is a ladies’ man. Has been all his life. Continue reading