Obsession: Circa 1972
The fact that I’m a 51-year-old woman in 2016 obsessing over a 26-year-old man, circa 1972, which would have made me 7-years-old then, and who makes him 70-years-old now, has me slightly worried. I should know better.
Vacation, My Ass
I’m currently sitting in Room 313 at the Holiday Inn Express in McComb, Mississippi. My son is sleeping, my husband is out working on his latest claim, and I’ve been mulling over what “vacation” truly means.
“Ebenezer” Has Left the Building – at least what’s left of it…
Lauren’s figured out that regardless of what her head might suggest, she’s not Peter Pan after all − barely in time.
After Christmas Conversations on the Square, Part 5
One false move and that would be it.
“You Are Cordially Invited…”
I had to laugh when I opened my email this morning. I received an invitation to an upcoming event hosted by the company I worked for this past spring. Mine was a short employment. Also, we didn’t part amicably. Their invitation was the last thing I expected.
After Christmas Conversations on the Square, Part 4
I’ve never heard of someone being so distracted that they forgot they needed to pee. Clearly, you’re not on your ADD meds. Look, why don’t we just go back to the restaurant?
Wayward Sparkles – aka Infidels ‘R Us
I will continue to blog. Hopefully. But if all of a sudden I just seem to have fallen off of the radar, so to speak, it may be that I’m taking an unexpected vacation in Guantanamo − courtesy of our federal government.
Petrichor
What is difficult (for me, anyway) is remembering and accepting that God gave us Free Will. He isn’t going to stop people from doing whatever it is they choose to do. That includes madmen, fanatics, dictators and the worst of the worst of us.
