missing you

I fully realize that I’m a grown, married woman of 30-something age.  But sometimes I still feel like that insecure, naive but hopeful high school girl of the 90s.   I miss her some days.  Back then I was preoccupied with adolescent dramas involving the opposite sex, making the grades, basketball games and looking ahead to college and an unknown life that held the possibilities of, well, anything at all really.  The future … Continue reading missing you


So let’s talk about me for a little while, how ’bout it?  First of all, our ac is out of commission and we think it’s the compressor (is that what it’s called) so it’s probably gonna cost a jillion dollars.  There goes the Maserati fund.  Poor Cooper is panting, barking and whining.  He’s not used to roughing it like this.  I am not going to sleep tonight.  … Continue reading me