I was once asked if I would participate in a medical research project that required blood work. The laboratory was difficult to find and when I finally arrived, the waiting …
She was born game and lived accordingly
The farm husband Dan and I live on once belong to Mrs. Pearl Marshall. Mrs. Marshall was one of those strong, tall, country women of a certain age. She was …
I’m fine, we’re fine, we’re all perfectly fine
The absolutely funniest, most truthful Christmas card I’ve ever seen was sent to a friend of mine by her daughter. It was one of those photos of the entire family …
Don’t follow me, I run into walls
Since my fall down our sidewalk the other day, I’ve been angry with myself; frustrated by the limits my healing injuries have imposed.
Fortunately, instead of continuing on in this unhelpful …
Coffee breaks and concrete steps
Last week I talked about husband Dan’s exhausted guardian angel. Well, apparently, while I was writing about Dan’s angel, mine took a coffee break.
In my summer-long quest to vanquish some …
‘… I tell you in earnest I’m a dangerous man’
All week long a line from Del McCurry’s version of the song “1952 Vincent Black Lightning” has been running through my head. Why? Because when I married Dan Arp, I …
Dodging bullets with Winston Churchill
Lately Dan and I have been dodging bullets. Last weekend, we were on our way to the airport to pick up our friends Kenny and Aubrey when we ran into …
Travels with Cindy
In 1960, John Steinbeck wrote a book called “Travels with Charley.” It was a precursor to the many American travel books later published.
Wednesday morning, I felt an affinity with those …