Monthly Archives: December 2015

I awake five minutes before the alarm goes off. I reach over and shut it off, so that I can avoid the noise, but I linger in bed for another ten minutes. The scar from my hysterectomy 14 years ago … Continue reading →

I sit here at 4:00 a.m. watching CNN, like I do every weekday morning before work, and it occurs to me I don’t want to watch it anymore. I am tired of seeing the terrorist couple’s faces and hearing about Isis; I … Continue reading →

The first salad bar I ever encountered was at a casual restaurant call Happy Steak, in my hometown of Antioch, California. I was about nine. I thought it was the next best thing to TV dinners. You could pick and … Continue reading →

I have a love-hate relationship with social retards. If I have to work with them, they cause me a certain amount of stress and aggravation which can sometimes affect my on-the-job performance; but I also find them somewhat fascinating to … Continue reading →

Debbie, Diane, Kelly, Jane and Jo, enjoying our time together The thing you forget about when you switch careers is that, if you are lucky, you are going to acquire a whole new group of friends. Back in my Graphic … Continue reading →

All the crazy stuff going on in the world right now — most recently the San Bernardino tragedy — sometimes makes me want to go to bed and stay there for a year. Unfortunately — no, make that fortunately — I … Continue reading →

When I was very small, the simple hard-boiled egg was the way to go. Dipped in a smidgen of salt, the warmth of the yolk and white tasted like home, even touching on a bit of independence, as this was something … Continue reading →

There is an evil side to me that keeps a handful of Facebook friends that I cannot stand, just so I can go and check out their pages now and then to see what idiotic posts they have put up recently. I block … Continue reading →

After 18 months of therapy, I have been set free. It wasn’t easy leaving, as I really enjoyed my conversations with Lynn, but when our sessions started to seem as if I was simply stirring the pot, talking about this … Continue reading →