A whiff of normal

Smells have always been special to me.  They evoke feelings, bring up memories, and call us into the kitchen with a sniff and “Hey, that smells good!  What’s for dinner?” Sometimes smells bring up specific memories.  Freshly mown grass—elementary school recess.  Tomato soup—rainy evenings.  Lemon Pledge—Friday nights at my Mother’s house.  Polo cologne—my college boyfriend.Continue reading “A whiff of normal”

The Mouse Sleeps with the Fishes

I think the stress of quarantine is getting to Tucker.   Tucker likes to bring me things.  A sweater…a scarf, a hat, sometimes a small blanket.  Occasionally he worries that we may have the sniffles and takes all….ALL of the tissues out of the Kleenex box.  He likes to do yoga (actually, he likes gettingContinue reading “The Mouse Sleeps with the Fishes”

The Traveling Armchair

“While armchair travelers dream of going places, traveling armchairs dream of staying home.” — The Accidental Tourist Dozens of times I’ve wished for more time to relax, to stay at home, to read, sew, clean a closet, lounge around in my pajamas.  I’ve been something of a traveling armchair, wanting a little more “free” time,Continue reading “The Traveling Armchair”

Winner, Winner, Chicken Dinner

At 15 years of age, I announced to my 4th generation fundamentalist Christian mother that I was no longer accompanying her to church. “Oh, yes you are, Young Lady!” “Oh, no I’m not!” Door slam….door slam….and I never went to church with my mother again. Sharing that is painful. Church meant so much to herContinue reading “Winner, Winner, Chicken Dinner”