A girlfriends’ getaway in Minnesota on the heels of a three-week Greek vacation punctuated with a Milwaukee visit-my-son day left me pleasantly exhausted. The personal goal of serving homemade pasticcio and spanakopita for a group of nine friends energized me and then provided leftovers for a weekend visit from my brother whom I hadn’t seen… Continue reading The Neglected Desk And Global Dan
When what I thought was an ingrown hair on my shin revealed itself as squamous cell carcinoma, the pity party began. In office surgery left me with nine stitches and instructions to stay off my feet. Off my feet in summer? I’d rather swim or bicycle or garden or fish or hike or boat or… Continue reading It’s My Pity Party And I’ll Binge If I Want To
On July 3, 2019 at 6:15 am, I discovered a missed call from Ned (my son’s father-in-law). The call attempted to wake me at 4:15 am. My iPhone, in Do Not Disturb mode, didn’t disturb me. My decaffeinated, just awake, barely past dawn mind imagined the worst. My son had been mauled by a bear,… Continue reading Butt Dialing
Presto Chango changed nothing. Abracadabra, Hocus Pocus, and Alakazam worked no magic on my Mac. Apparently Bibbidi-Bobbidi-Boo only transformed a pumpkin to a carriage not Apple Mail from non functioning to functioning. Although Billy Baston Shazamed himself to Captain Marvel, even that superhero’s magic word couldn’t rescue my email from Outgoing Purgatory. My Outgoing Email… Continue reading Magic Words
“My red bag is on the floor of the locker, jeans on the shelf, and my water bottle . . . I don’t know where that is, maybe in the car or by the tread mill,” I explained. The locker room attendant didn’t care what happened to my water bottle, but DID care whether the… Continue reading The Numbers Game
A Few Choice Words By Anita 