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Is The Summer Over Yet?
I have a love-hate relationship with summer. I love the balmy summer mornings and cool summer evenings. I can do without the rest of the day.
Closet Culling – Part Two
Cosmetic and Other Bags This seasonal closet culling wouldn’t be so bad if I didn’t have so many cosmetic bags jammed between the shoe boxes at the top of my closet. It’s a game of Jenga as I pull out a shoebox, hold my breath and wait for the avalanche of bags to bounce off […]
Closet Culling
Part One: Shoes I finally packed away the winter sweaters and flannel shirts and hung my summer tees and capris in their place. I hate this seasonal task so much that I delay it for as long as I can. It’s not that I have that many clothes to pack away. It’s the shoes. The […]
GRANDPARENTS’ MORNING… and the trials and tribulations to get there
When he reached for my hand, it took all my self-control to not reach down and lift him up into my arms, to hold him there for a long time, to make up for two years of “air hugs” that were no substitute for a good strong grandma hug.
Grief Isn’t Funny
Laughing With Buddha was launched several years ago when I was in a better frame of mind. I wanted to write a humorous blog and I found a lot to write about. I was happier then. Not so now. My mother died on March 27, 2021. It didn’t matter to me that she was 93 years […]
Monthly Archives: May 2015
Watching Men Watching Women
Waiting at a traffic light the other day, I watched a young attractive girl in a pair of short-shorts crossing the street. Two young men were also crossing, in the opposite direction, and when they passed each other, the two … Continue reading
Easy Glider Instructions: Purchase, Assemble, Disassemble, Return
Several years ago, during one of my sleepless nights, I watched an infomercial for an Easy Glider exercise machine. The ad showed “before and after” photos of real consumers who had used the Easy Glider to transform their overweight formless … Continue reading
Mother’s Day Cards
Mother’s Day was a joy when the kids were in grammar school, and they came home with those hand drawn cards and homemade gifts. I wouldn’t trade those lopsided crafts of macaroni picture frames and Popsicle stick coffee coasters for … Continue reading
Writing Isn’t Real Work
I just had a brilliant idea. I will move my writing desk into the bathroom. That seems to be the only room in the house where respect for privacy still exists. If someone knocks on the bathroom door, I’ll shout, … Continue reading
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