Today my parents are celebrating their 45th wedding anniversary. A few days ago my sister and brother-in-law celebrated their (I want to say) 15th. And in a few days, two of my best friends are celebrating their 25th. Continue reading “A is for Anniversary”
For the long weekend I’m at my parents’ house, helping with the setup and manning of a yard sale.
Continue reading “D is for the Deals”
The night before my friends came to dinner, I dreamed.
I dreamed that I was back with my ex. When I woke — angry both at him and at myself and not sure which of us more so — it took me a moment to relax into the knowledge that it was just a dream.
That we didn’t reconcile or get remarried to each other. Continue reading “D is for Dreams”
Yesterday I had friends over for dinner. Lunch. An expansive midday meal. Call it what you will.
I will call it a blessing.
It was just 5 of us: Continue reading “D is for Dinner”
April’s posts stretched from C to shining C.
But alas, Continue reading “C is for Calendar”
Instead of wearing the omnipresent boots (they rub against my boo-boos), today I am wearing regular heels.
Which is to say, I’m wearing heels that I don’t wear every day of my life.
Severe contusions. Big, bold, rainbow-colored contusions, that don’t particularly like to be touched. Or brushed against. Or leaned on.
Which is better, by far, than having to report that C is for cracked. Or maybe even crutches. Continue reading “C is for Contusion. And Cold Compresses.”