Waves of nausea – roiling from head to stomach, a cold rag pressed to a forehead, a sick day, a TV tray, 7-Up, saltines Waving a flag – team colors (Go, team, go!); a white flag (Let it go.) Ocean waves – gentle one moment, rolling, tumbling, a yellow flag on the beach (Use caution,…
My legs are not what they used to be. Though they’ve never been my best feature, they are now (perhaps) my worst. Marked by cellulite, squiggly blue veins, an age spot that looks like an overenthusiastic freckle, and a few Shar-Pei-ish wrinkles around my knees, my 56-year-old legs are showing their age. All that considered,…
My 10-month-old granddaughter has learned to cruise around the furniture in her living room (which is where I usually babysit). She confidently skirts along the front of the couch beneath the window, reaches for the club chair cushion, tentatively steps toward it, clutches the cushion as she makes her way toward the couch on the…
Recently, while waiting in line at a restaurant, my husband and I overheard some teenagers talking about a friend of theirs who was “so chalant” about something or other. They weren’t talking very loudly, so I didn’t catch it all. My husband and I gave one another knowing smiles, and I even whispered, “Well…that should…
Two little boys one little budget many souvenir shops too many knick-knacks, t-shirts, figurines, seashells with googly eyes, plushies, hacky saks, travel games, hermit crabs in painted shells, bobble heads to choose just one we paid close attention as their little hands picked merchandise up put it back down and then on the night before…
On road trips, my guy takes the wheel my nerves are on edge; his are steel He conquers each mile with his silver fox style while I sing off-key, but with zeal If he needs a snack, it’s alright our snack bag is never packed light I hand him some food to ensure his good…
Papaw Hillard, Daddy’s dad, never liked leaving home, but he would drive me to surrounding counties to watch my cousin Steve play baseball… Just the two of us, in the cab of his work truck, stopping on the way to the game for a bottle of pop. Granny Faye, Daddy’s mom loved a good trip…
Growing up in Eastern Kentucky in the 1970s and 80s, we DID wear shoes (contrary to stereotypes). In fact, I had a favorite pair of yellow Zips running shoes (with red Zs), lace-up Keds (white, but not for long), fringed moccasins that zipped up the back (from Gatlinburg), uncomfortable but cute Jellies slip-ons (translucent turquoise…
busy day yesterday sleepless night night before early rise appointment bloodwork drawn prescription filled again hurry home scarf down lunch offer treats get the dog in the car to groomer’s at the mall return shorts hem unfurled return dress looked frumpy return pants too wrinkly hair salon cold water “So sorry.” “It’s okay.” scalp frozen…
Getting Jersey to the vet has never been easy. She knows. As a result, she trembles all the way…the entire 25 minute drive. Once we arrive, she refuses to stay on the scale long enough to get her weight. Everyone pitches in to coerce her…the receptionist, one of the lab techs. Finally, we all make…