I live with my long haired chihuahua and I have always loved to write.
Calm Pets on Independence Day
Coming from a dysfunctional family, the Fourth of July was always my favorite holiday as a child and a teenager; no gifts to worry over, no compulsive gathering for sacred meals ("stay off the roads, there's all kinds of crazies and drunks out there") and best of all, lots of explosions.
My Career as a Lesser Child Prodigy
When I was a little kid, if you asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up, I would have said, " a flying teddy bear." That was just because people told me I could be whatever I wanted to be, and I took them at their word. When I found out later they really didn't mean I could be WHATEVER I wanted to be, I toned my expectations down a little and said "a writer." I don't know who or what put this idea into my head, for all the good it's done me I probably should have stuck with the goal of being a flying teddy bear. Once you're out of school you don't get to make up for part of your missing work with a stunning essay. You can't pay your rent in Iambic Pentameter.
Sagittarius: Are You Compatible?
I'm a Sagittarius and over the years I've noticed a pattern concerning the zodiac signs of people who play a part in my life, both good and bad. I've even noticed the near absence of some signs. I was wondering about this so I did a little research, and sure enough, I found that I was very compatible as a Sagittarius to the sign of my daughter, my sister, and my most trusted friends, Libra. Even in casual conversations, I can start to feel that comfortable but fun vibe going and I have to ask, "what's your sign?" I'm never surprised when the answer comes back, "Libra."
Sending Care Packages for Christmas
Christmas of 2020 is looking different. Traveling is no simple matter with the threat of Covid lurking, especially for grandparents. And for everyone, the money is stretched tighter than before. So now the question is, how can we make the holidays better for everyone? Better for those who cannot travel and better for those who are strapped for cash. How do we keep the Holiday spirit without blowing the little that's in our bank accounts?
Is A Real Christmas Tree Better for the Environment than an Artificial One?
So, do you think it is better for the environment to buy an artificial tree or a real Christmas tree? The answer, it may surprise you to learn, is to buy a real tree. Real Christmas tree growth supports forestry, which fights climate change. Even though your tree has been cut down, it took about six to ten years to grow it, and one to three more trees are planted when it is harvested. Multiply that by tens or even hundreds of thousands and consider the trees still growing in the Christmas tree farms, and that’s a lot of oxygen being created.
Do You Have Bipolar Disorder?
Have you ever wondered if you (or someone you know) might belong among the illustrious ranks of the mentally ill? In particular, bipolar? It’s nothing to be ashamed of, despite the stigma, many people of great minds and accomplishments have been bipolar, or as it was formerly known, manic depressive. It is speculated that Winston Churchill and Vincent Van Gogh had it, and more recently, Russell Brand, Mariah Carey and Britney Spears have been diagnosed.
Being Grateful In the Holidays
The Holidays are here again, and I feel totally Scrooged over. From my West Texas apartment, there's not a snowflake in sight, it's not even sweater weather, and no present is expected to be coming in or going out of the premises. That's okay though, I've got gratitude.
Another Mouse Tale
You may have read my other story about a mouse. This one is true too. My husband and I were living in Philadelphia, in a row house in a part of Philadelphia called Fishtown. The row house was very old, built in the 1700’s. It also had mice. Mice, I reminded myself, that were descendants of colonial mice. My husband was recovering from back surgery so it was up to me to buy mousetraps or poison or whatever it takes to get rid of mice, so it didn’t get done. I don’t believe in killing things and if you read my other story you know I am responsible for the death of a mouse.
A Classic Rock Workout
For those about to rock, don't hurt yourselves. Chances are, if you remember when Mick and the Boys really were not much more than boys, you might need a kinder, gentler workout. That's not to say you can't enjoy the hard rocking tunes of your youth. It's not just for the old timers, everyone click on the video above and get started with "Start Me Up," it's bound to get you moving and warmed up. You can just prance around like Mick in your own living room, that's pretty safe.
When I was just twenty, and I’d been married less than a year, my husband and I, and my sister and brother-in-law, with whom we split the rent, came into town from our country mobile home to go to the liquor store. They could spend a good deal of time debating the best way to spend their limited funds on alcohol, but I found it boring, so I went in to the pet shop next door. In those days, it was the eighties, they still sold puppies and kittens in pet shops, so I had plenty of time to poke my fingers into all the cages and ooh and ahh to myself about the adorableness, and then I took the obligatory spin towards the rodents and then the scaled creatures.
In Praise of My Chihuahua
Not so long ago I lived alone. Not the “single and ready to mingle” kind of alone, the empty nester kind of alone. The kind of alone where you know a lot about people and relationships and you don’t forsee putting either one into your life just to not be alone anymore.