Category Archives: People

I shouldn’t let myself get too far away from people again. My neighbor called me this morning to come over and check out two dresses she picked up for me at Filene’s. Knowing my lifestyle, my time schedule and my … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Any of you out there remember the Randy Newman song, Short People? Well, it was back in ’77 so I suppose that eliminates 90% of you. It was a spoof on prejudice geared against short people, for which I immediately … Continue reading → Continue reading →

I do wish they would confirm their research quickly on the extension of our lifespan. It would enable me to view this Sunday as a mere and more acceptable “approaching middle age.” There may be due some deeper analysis by … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Just tried to play an interesting experiment in my head (see guys, games don’t couple up just with literature, but with science as well) as I was driving home this morning. I’d say a common noun as quickly as I … Continue reading → Continue reading →

My sister just got back from visiting my niece in Seattle. She brought me back a huge ripe red pomegranate. We were at my dad’s yesterday when she handed it to me, and he said, “You always loved those.” But … Continue reading → Continue reading →

I do not like people who cause me to change too quickly into evil Susan. I like to slide into the transition at my own pace and at my own discretion. However, after decades of being “too nice” one finds … Continue reading → Continue reading →

One of the neat things about believing in a God is that you have someone to scream at when things aren’t going well. And the drama; nothing can beat the effect of throwing your head back and looking to the … Continue reading → Continue reading →

M & M’s have been coming up quite a bit in my life lately. I’m not sure why, and if there’s a purpose to it, I don’t have time to philosophically figure it out. Anyway, this bit of trivia is … Continue reading → Continue reading →

It is not true that quitting smoking makes you a better person. In your own eyes, you know yourself for what you really are: A pitifully weak jelly mass that is dependent upon a bit of tobacco rolled up in … Continue reading → Continue reading →

A friend is coming for dinner tonight. We will sit and drink my homemade wine; probably a good bit of it. We will talk of our beloved C. and of the cancer. We will cry and get it out so … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Perhaps it is because Mondays are getting more and more depressing as my visits with my dad become harbingers of a future without him. He is not quite as mentally sharp as he was just a year and a half … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Today is my husband’s birthday, and for two weeks, we are the same age. This in itself is unusual because past history would evidence that for the most part, I have always chosen older men. Practicality must have entered in … Continue reading → Continue reading →