I had a pain. I took a tablet. Now the pain is gone.
Life is very exciting.
Hello, this is your life speaking. You’ve had all these years to work on it, and this is the best you could come up with?
The other night, i dreamt my best friend, who died back in ‘91, was standing next to me at a dmv counter and he had a small rock for a left eye. Though i was aware even in the dream that he was dead, it was neither his sudden re-animation nor his peculiar physical appearance which concerned me. I was hurt that he had never told me he was planning to have his left eye replaced with a rock.
I really need to work on my prioritizing skills.
I’m worried you may not fully appreciate how charismatic i am.
There, there. Everything will work itself out.
The train passes by and there’s mist in my eye
And it’s not from the soft falling rain
And I know I’ll be back to this place by the track
To watch freedom go by on the train.
except from Buzz Potter’s “Softly by Tracks”
Letters from Boxcar Boys and Girls
Put pepper in the salt shaker. On purpose.
I’m such a rebel rouser.
It’s simple: Live wisely. Laugh often. Love well.
In fact, i’m thinking of writing a book about marriage and relationships from a woman’s perspective. Working title: I’m Wonderful, You’re A Melon Head.
My husband has a way of always getting me in the mood, assuming eye-blinking bewilderment is a mood.
Turning 60 has been such a surpise to me. Who knew muddled confusion could become a lifestyle?
Sites like
Slingpage remind me there’s a mighty fine line between sharing and annoying.
Anne never could resist a man with style.
Hello. This is your brain speaking. You haven’t the slightest idea what you’re doing, do you?
