You haven’t lived until you’ve spent the night in the Emergency Room of a sprawling urban hospital. And if you have the wrong name on your paper bracelet, it gets even more interesting.
I’m having a serious problem with losing things…er, make that “misplacing” things. My home has become the proverbial black hole, gobbling up anything that has any value.
Someday they are going to call me “M’am” without adding “You’re making a scene.”
I just typed that on a piece of paper and stuffed it in my bra to remind me to “make a scene” if I feel like it.
I just realized I spent the last 65 (or is it 66?) years of my life trying
After cleaning off my desk last week I discovered something alarming. I lost all my creativity and ability to come up with new ideas or work on my book.
Yes, I’m writing a book. Who isn’t these days? It will be a “tell all” but I’m not ready to say what I will tell all about. It is coming soon to a bookstore near you – well, at least by 2020.
There are a handful of events in life that are stored up in our minds in striking detail. For me, there was the assassination of John F. Kennedy (I was in Mr. Stafford’s 4th period history class when a voice came on the loudspeaker announcing the president had been shot). Continue reading