Moments to forget

I try to create moments that can be easily forgotten. I remember the moment my parents told us they were getting a divorce. I was sitting on the fold out bed in the den watching The Brady Bunch. I cut my finger with the scissors and walked downstairs to get the news from my parents sitting calmly at the kitchen table. I remember sitting at my godmother’s kitchen table when my mom called to tell her my grandfather had died. My godmother kept the secret and curled my hair with real hot curlers. I remember driving to my sewing class, … Read more…

Mashed Potatoes, Jo Malone and the Dead Man’s Float

I never really sit for very long. Well, long enough to write a blog post but sometimes I write them on my exercise bike or while I am standing in the kitchen. We had a fabulous busy few days with my cousin Shea and her family. My heart was heavy when they left. The last time I saw Shea she was blonde and I was a brunette and our dads were alive. Two years later, I am blonde and she is a brunette and our dads are not alive. I can’t tell you how much it helped me to talk … Read more…