Some days are ordinary. Others are extraordinary, and life changing. And world changing. September 11, 2001 was extraordinary. But for me, it started out oh so ordinary. Kids in school, birds chirping in the trees. My ironing pile had stacked up, and I decided to tackle it. Amanda had a varsity volleyball game that night, and I was so, so excited for her. I had dropped Greg off at school, and he was so excited about his upcoming football game. I was sipping my coffee, and on the phone with my best friend, Robin. I can still smell the aroma of coffee mixed with spray starch, hear the hiss of the iron as it hit the wrinkled shirt. I had the television tuned to the Today show, but the sound was down so Robin and I could chat. Continue reading “Memories of 9/11”
36 Years ago, after exchanging vows and rings in front of God and witnesses, I changed out of my wedding gown into my purple knit suit from Montgomery Ward’s, and the hubs and I excitedly drove into our future in our ‘78 Mercury Cougar. Our wedding was a sweet affair, the best we could afford, complete with rainbow bridesmaid dresses, silk flowers and a wedding cake gloriously embellished with a working water fountain. Mama made my wedding dress, modeled after Princess Di’s, and I felt like a poor girl’s princess. But I was oh so happy! Later, we washed the shaving cream and vaseline off the Cougar, being careful to remove the lovely condoms from the antenna. We had no idea what we were getting ourselves into. We only knew that we were happy and in love and free to have legal and blessed “marital relations” (I was, after all, a good girl). And here we are 36 years later…how in the world did we manage to actually make it work? Continue reading “Our Secrets for a Happy Marriage”
Daddy was larger than life. I know most kids feel and say that, but in his case it’s an absolute fact. Loud. Boisterous. Slightly obnoxious. Hilarious. A little damaged. Fiercely loyal. And more…And sometimes I still can’t believe that he’s gone. Father’s Day can be rough for those of us who’ve lost our larger than life daddies. If you’ll indulge me, I thought I’d honor Daddy by sharing a few stories about him… Continue reading “Remembering My Dad”
When I was a little girl, and later as a teen I sporadically wrote in my diary. You know the kind I’m talking about, right? Mine was yellow, with flowers and a little girl on the front cover, and had a lock. I lost the keys, (it came with two) but figured out how to lock and unlock it with a bobby pin. I poured my heart out in the pages of my little diary, griping about how mean my dad was, and the “hunks” and “foxes” I was apparently madly in love with. I found that diary later, and let me tell you, it was as embarrassing as it sounds! The act of keeping a diary served a purpose though, it was a safe space to pour out my heart, and daydream a little.
Continue reading “Five Easy Ways to Keep a Journal to Tell Your Story”