Once upon a time I was a full-time boots-on-the-ground Mom. My firstborn, Cody, taught me how to be a mom. Then Holly came along and taught me how to be a really busy mom. For several years I wrote weekly letters to their grandparents, Lester and Enola Orgeron, who lived in New Orleans and liked… Continue reading Letters from Mom: Stories About Cody and Holly
What happens at the gym stays at the gym. Until now.
I used to swim five days a week. Eight laps. 400 meters. Shower. Leave. On my way out I’d look through the view windows and the Greatest Generation guy who was swimming when I arrived would still be swimming. I was told he sometimes swam laps for two hours. There was also a Michael Phelps… Continue reading What happens at the gym stays at the gym. Until now.
Where are the keys to my brain?
I went grocery shopping last week and I discovered I’m out of practice. You’d have thought it was my first time ever. Why, I don’t know. I have no idea what caused me to blank out on the process, but I did. First, I grabbed a basket because I had a short list and I… Continue reading Where are the keys to my brain?
How I got caught holding the bag
They say a picture is worth 1,000 words but I bet I can boost the word count if I add in my opinions. But first look at the picture. You should see a bicycle (mine), interpretive signage, and a small black plastic bag (what we are going to discuss today.) As you know I love… Continue reading How I got caught holding the bag
Letters from Mom: Stories about Cody and Holly
Once upon a time I wrote weekly letters to Grandpa Lester and Grandma Enola. They lived in New Orleans and they liked to hear stories about their Arizona grandkids. Cody and Holly provided ample material. Every. Single. Day. I kept copies of the letters I wrote and am putting together a book titled, “Stories About… Continue reading Letters from Mom: Stories about Cody and Holly
The Upstory 