Families: We bond and birth and grow and sometimes sadly diminish. We tip over and right ourselves again. We’re generations old and still we’re fresh and new. We operate with the code that it’s okay to treat each other in … Continue reading
There’s not a chance in the world that anyone can stay in a stormy mood while watching this. I hope it makes you smile as it did me. Enjoy!
It all started with a scorpion. It was early morning and I’d walked, sleepy-headed, back and forth from the great room into the kitchen several times. Barefoot. Several times. Pouring coffee, grabbing another section of the newspaper to take back … Continue reading
I’ve been saving my words to tell you things. Tomorrow we’ll talk. Tomorrow, or the next day. I’m still saving and collecting and sorting through all the words I’d like to say, those things to blurt out like a kid … Continue reading
I once had a collection of journals that covered years of thoughts, ideas and notions. One day, in a blurt of cleanliness and ridiculous orderliness, I threw them all away. Every one of them. Those thrown-away pages contained a history … Continue reading
When I was a kid, school PE was not exactly my favorite time of day. I was the skinny, geeky girl with stringy hair and wienie arms. I was never anyone’s first choice when it came time to divvying up … Continue reading
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When every moving part in your Arizona home is crumbling, leaking, falling, crashing and/or otherwise breaking, this is what you do: You fly to Montana! You walk off the airplane, grinning like a monkey because you see your girlfriend you … Continue reading
Have you missed me? I’ve missed you. I’m sorry for my unannounced absence, but this has been a very wild and crazy last couple of weeks. Apparently, it’s the McCanta’s Annual Season for Breakage. I’m thinking of submitting this seasonal … Continue reading
When I broke my leg nearly two years ago in a tragic shopping mall incident, I was stuck flat out on the couch for four months. Four months of healing and eating and eating and healing. Okay, well, maybe more … Continue reading