Yes, it is NOT Tuesday, but I wanted to share some treasure with you. Below you will find the link to The Official Blog of the Asheville Women Writers Co-operative, aka The Scribble Sisters. Our first story has been posted and is ready for you to enjoy, relate to and…
—————–#####################—————– Writing letters has become unfashionable, passé, archaic. This form of communication has been replaced by a telephone in one’s pocket, often spoken or tersely texted. Via email if one needs to be verbose. How will our biographies ever be written? Imagine the details of Gandhi’s life recorded from such…
=======================+======================= Once again, it is “Check Your Meds Day.” The yearly visit, paid for and heartily endorsed by Medicare, to the primary care physician to make sure I am still alive. Each year I visit, I extoll the virtues of my lifestyle just before I pull out the list of…
It was meant to be the event of a lifetime. In our house, there was consideration over the best possible spot to set up the telescope for seeing what is called totality, where the body of the moon covers the entire sun. Atmospheric charts were consulted to determine which U.S….
************************************************************* Though I am comparably new to this aging game, I feel one instinctively knows when the declining pep portion of life begins. It’s all about the vocalizations. And the vocalizations accompany every movement…just about. Perhaps more often as one’s lifespan stretches on. It seems those grunts, groans, oofs, wah?s,…
======================<<< : >>>===================== Every once in a while it’s fun to play tourist in your own town. When my husband and I lived in Houston, the downtown area was a 30-minute drive away from home. We (along with friends) would stay at a hotel downtown for a weekend to take…
————— < – > ————— My husband and I went furniture shopping over the weekend. I knew what I wanted when we set foot in the stadium-sized store we had chosen to visit. Like any good store, a sales person greeted us, asked what we were searching for and then…
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ My sweet little neighborhood in West Asheville is turning 100 this year. I, for one, am ready to celebrate its long history. My house is the oldest I have ever lived in, having been built twenty years into the neighborhood’s existence. We three (me, man, dog) walk these blocks…
^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ When I lived in Texas, I thought 50 degrees was pretty cold. I would laugh at the Norwegian expats living nearby for stripping down to sit outside at that temperature in order to receive the rays on their pale skin. The very idea made me shiver. Having weathered nearly…
)))))))))))))))))))))))) *((((((((((((((((((((((( I’m one of those annoying people who post pictures of the food they cook on Facebook. At least, I think it must be annoying to someone. Perhaps the folks who are cracking open another box of mac and cheese are jealous. My food looks delicious. You can’t tell…