Category Archives: MyLife

The other day, while spending time at the garage, waiting for a friend’s truck to be repaired, memories of ghosts of vehicles past and the hours spent in a mechanic’s waiting room came drifting into my mind. The earliest experience … Continue reading →

I watch your fingers fly over the keys, creating, pausing, changing, laughing, teaching, always with care and purpose. Your hands, so strong; corded tendons, moving to cut, hold, fasten, build, lift, place the objects we have imagined and then made … Continue reading →

All my life I have had to hold back feelings, actions, thoughts for fear of driving away those I wished were closer. These still waters run deep, more deeply than most will ever know. I’ve been slow to open up, … Continue reading →

Several months ago I celebrated a special anniversary: six years as an ovarian cancer survivor. While I do not proclaim this accomplishment with glowing neon signs and parades, nevertheless I do, within my deepest heart and blood, rejoice with the … Continue reading →

Today I decided to venture where I have not gone in some time, the lingerie department at Beall’s, in search of a few necessary items of the intimate kind, namely bras. In a previous piece called “Shopping Trip”, I outlined … Continue reading →

Major Dude I hope that you won’t think it rude If I call you my “Major Dude.” We’ve been together for a while And every day you make me smile, And cringe, and criticize, and fuss And argue, compromise and … Continue reading →

Gator and I went to the Bratpack Rescue “Spring Fling”, held at the Lentini/Riley “Ranch” in Eustis, FL. Mike accompanied us and took many of these pictures. There were small dogs of numerous breeds everywhere you looked, with the majority … Continue reading →

I started this project in late October 2012 when I was teaching this simple trellis design to my quilt class at the library. I added the center panel, featuring the silhouette of a man walking his dog on a leaf-strewn … Continue reading →

‘Twas the night before Solstice And all ’round my bed Visions of power tools Whirred in my head. A shiney new router, Mr. Skil was the name, Went purring through wood Like a moth to the flame. All the hand … Continue reading →

Shopping for clothes is such a different experience for men and women. Men can pretty much walk into the local Wal-Mart or J.C.Penney and, knowing their waist and inseam, walk out with a perfectly-fitting pair of jeans 15 minutes later, … Continue reading →