Yes, Hope Does Float

    Well, here we are, a few steps into another new year. Personally, I can’t wrap my mind around it. Seems my internal clock is always at least four months behind the calendar. By my calculations, it should be around the first of September.    Part of me wants to scream, “Slow down!” because time… Continue reading Yes, Hope Does Float

The Gift of a Birds-Eye View

    By the time you read this, another Christmas will be done and dusted. Some of you will have delighted the recipients of your thoughtful and inspired gifts, while others of you will have raced to the convenience store on Christmas Eve to snag cheap boxes of chocolate-covered cherries for the less-than-delighted people on… Continue reading The Gift of a Birds-Eye View

The Words That Matter Most

    Quid pro quo. Dossier. Whistleblower. Star chamber. Hoax. Collusion.    Let us now observe a moment of silence for these words and phrases that are now dead to me thanks to their overuse during the political insanity gripping our nation. They have, in fact, become so odious to me now, I’ll cross the street… Continue reading The Words That Matter Most

Let’s Unwrap Our Brains

    Never do my creative juices flow more freely than when I’m describing a physical ailment I’m experiencing. My gift for hyperbole peaks when I’m trying to impress upon my listener, usually my poor husband, the intensity of some woe I’m enduring.    Such was the case this past spring and summer when my sinuses… Continue reading Let’s Unwrap Our Brains

Looking For the Greenest Grass

    Our lawn looks like a battlefield upon which someone lobbed a hundred itty-bitty hand grenades. And amongst all those holes and divots are yards and yards of itty-bitty tunnels, spider-webbing through our Bermuda grass like varicose veins.    We’ve yet to catch them in the act, but we do know who’s responsible for this… Continue reading Looking For the Greenest Grass

Don’t Let the Gnats In!

    If you placed a video camera in the living room of my house—and just to be clear, that’s NEVER going to happen—you might observe me or my husband suddenly flailing our arms, slapping ourselves, or leaping from our recliners and violently clapping our hands together.    You might think we were having some kind… Continue reading Don’t Let the Gnats In!

When Bigger is Better

    You can’t get there from here without crossing some mountains.    Since moving to South Carolina in 1980, my husband and I have wound our way up Interstate 40 through the mountains of Western North Carolina and East Tennessee at least 80 times, give or take, to return to Indiana to visit our extended… Continue reading When Bigger is Better

Don’t Be a Fickle Fan

    I couldn’t take it. I gave up. I quit.    Everything seemed to be going sideways for my Auburn Tigers last Saturday night as they made their 2019 football season debut against the highly ranked University of Oregon. Auburn pretty much looked like the football version of the Keystone Cops. Missed tackles, missed blocks,… Continue reading Don’t Be a Fickle Fan