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Elton John, Goodbye Yellow Brick Road …back to the howling old owl in the woods, humpin’ the horny back toad. Have you ever discovered you were totally messing up a song’s lyrics?
About 25 years ago my mother-in-law, Virginia, and sister-in-law, Jane, asked me to go with them to a taping of a talk show then popular in Chicago, the Jenny Jones Show. We were put in a holding room where the … Continue reading
I’m convinced that the secret to good writing is effective rewriting. I’m also convinced that I take it too far. How I envy the easy, breezy, off-the-cuff writer. That’s not me. I’m a serial “tweaker.” No, I don’t mean “twerker” … Continue reading
Hide the children. The following is not suitable for younger and more sensitive readers, by which I mean those under 50. My body is doing some funky stuff. I suspect aging may be involved. 1) Stuff is migrating. Formerly vital … Continue reading
Nothing makes a parent’s heart melt quite like their baby’s first, tottering steps into the safety of their loving arms. Enjoy those moments, because as soon as your kids master walking, they start to run – away from you. When … Continue reading
Many women suspect their husbands would be lost without them. I have proof. We were visiting my parents and Mom needed something picked up across town. My husband offered to drive me, chivalry giving him an excuse to show off … Continue reading
Wanted: Self-starter for the position of raconteur, bon vivant and all around Renaissance woman. Job duties to include: Exploring…life. Writing…when the muse strikes. Strolling… a beach, hiking a trail or striding down city streets. Partying… hearty. An almost bacchanalian appreciation … Continue reading
Three generations of alumni attended my nephew’s graduation at Michigan State University. We linked arms as we sang the school song. I looked around the auditorium and tears filled my eyes as I realized…most of the people there were … Continue reading