My husband and I just got home from our first motorcycle ride for this summer of 2020. Like a lot of things this year, our ride had to wait. Knee replacement surgery for him in mid-May meant several weeks of rehabilitation before attempting the bike. I confess we were back on it much sooner thanContinue reading “I’m All About Me When I’m On The Motorcycle”
I grew up in a small town in Iowa in the 1960s and 1970s. My little town was one-mile square, planted firmly in the middle of farm country. I was a town kid which was different from a farm kid in those days before the Internet made us all more homogeneous in terms of ourContinue reading “I Think I Finally Understand Etta Stoner”
Freda’s journey with Alzheimer’s did not take away her sense of belonging
On the sofa, cutting coupons, drinking coffee & then a changed existence.
Thinking you can write a blog and having something to say are not the same thing.