The Nutritionist – Part One
And, we’re back to food. That’s partly because it comes up every day at least three times, usually more. Also because I […]
Tag: living alone
Meet my friend. . .food
Let me start by saying that I cherish your comments on my writings and I am so glad that my thoughts resonate […]
Unplugging the Past…one cord at a time
Scott’s been gone 3 1/2 years now (still seems like yesterday) and I take small steps into my new reality all the […]
The Worst Club Ever
On Tuesday I went to the funeral for a friend of mine (I’ll call him Larry, cause that was his name.) He […]
The Pet Conundrum
We never had pets growing up. Well, that’s not precisely true. Daddy got us a collie puppy who immediately bit a neighbor […]
Entering the Blue Zone
I am determined not to diet. I hate the word as it implies a temporary, unsustainable, unpleasant attempt to lose weight through […]
My New Job
Growing up, my parents modeled a very strong work ethic. Daddy commuted downtown every day, never once stayed home sick (except that […]
I Have Seen the Enemy and It Is Food
It’s hiding in the fridge, the pantry, that basket over there, and the bowl on the counter. The problem with food is […]
“Things Come and Go So Quickly Here”
That’s a line from The Wizard of Oz, and it’s oh, so true in Texas as it was in Munchkin City. Tomorrow […]
Birthdays
Today is daughter Molly’s birthday. And as son Adam pointed out early this morning, we know that because it is icy in […]