I love Christmas. If you wonder how much, I have five trees to put up. Two of them go on the front porch with my light-up doggie who closely resembles my real doggie. One tree is six feet tall and the other three feet. Since they’ll be out in the weather, the only décor they get is a star on
Every year at this time, I see pictures of Norman Rockwell style families gathered around the table with a big turkey and stuffing, cranberry sauce, yams, rolls, potatoes, and, of course, the green bean casserole. My family didn’t do Thanksgiving at the family table. I grew up in the Harmony Baptist Church, later, at a new location, the Canfield Ave.
It actually began about a week ago. I was assembling something and needed to use a drill. While I was digging around in the plastic shoebox where I store my assorted drills and drivers, up popped a scorpion, ready for war. My daughter has had more than one painful sting, so I got out my bug killer, the gallon jug,
This is Abigail. She’s about nine years old. The shelter guessed her age at three or four, and I’ve had her for five years. She still has a good deal of puppy energy and does zoomies around the house when friends arrive. Her happy-to-see-you attitude does not extend to the United Parcel man or the Fed-ex man, both of whom
My heart gave a twinge when I heard of the passing of Olympia Dukakis. She was one of those actors who gave a stellar performance in every part she played. To me, however, she shone the brightest in “Moonstruck.” I adapted one of her lines to my life’s purpose, “It ain’t over, ’til it’s over.” I grew up in movie
About a month ago, I was out walking the dog when something exploded in my right knee. I hobbled home, took two Aleve, and put up my feet. I’m accustomed to regular aches and pains of arthritis, but this wasn’t like that. It was rather as if every time I took a step, someone was using a garden saw to