Where to begin?  This week’s blog post has been harder to pull out of my head than an impacted wisdom tooth. I could write several chapters just about the weird, crazy things that happened both before and after I married my first husband at sixteen-years-old.  It’s kind of[…]

(If you would like to start at the beginning of this journey, please begin at the beginning, and start with “It Was A Dark and Stormy Night”). The guy in the turquoise 1956 Chevy was really something!  Dark hair, like my father’s.  Thick lower lip, like my father’s. […]

My eyes flew open as the searchlight passed by the window for the umpteenth time that night. Sleeping was something you did in between. The room was about 10’ by 10’ with a big thick, double-paned window looking out at nothing.  There was wire mesh in between the[…]

My brother, sister, and I lie on the twin beds in my parent’s bedroom to watch the tiny television on the dresser.  It is 1964 and Paul, John, George, and Ringo are about to invade America.  We watch as each Beatle pops out the cabin door of Pam[…]

We’re born with a desire to be free.  Thankfully, we have parents.  Otherwise, we would not be long for this world.  There’s too many dangerous things around, like electric sockets and fast moving cars.  If we didn’t have adults to watch out for us, we just wouldn’t survive. […]

Fear.  If I try to recall how I felt as a child, I would have to say that I felt the emotion of fear more than any other.  It was a boa constrictor that constantly attempted to squeeze the life out of me. I was afraid of adults,[…]

My husband and I went out for dinner the other night, and although I usually order a glass of Chardonnay or Pinot Gris, I began to peruse the drink menu, fascinated with all the flavored martinis.  I have always had a love affair with the  fifties era, especially[…]

I was born in 1951. A lot can happen in sixty years and a woman can grow older in what feels like a flash. One minute you are thirty-five and have your whole life ahead of you.  Then, in a New York minute, you’re sixty, and convincing yourself[…]

Every family has a legacy.  Passed down through ancestors and on to us are continuations of family trusts, heirloom furnishings, or even good solid surnames. My own family legacy left me none of those things. It left the legacy of suicide. Long before I was born my grandmother[…]

When I awoke from brain surgery on October 16, 2006, I could hear my breath twice for each one breath I drew.  And it was loud, like the roaring of a waterfall. The first time I heard it, I was actually taking a breath. A couple of seconds[…]