…is this woman’s treasure! Springtime and the tables go up. It’s Flea Market Time! Upper Darby High School is host to different flea markets from now through October and Buffy and I decided to make this our walk today. I wish I could report that there were great finds to be had but sigh! This was not one of the…
Words and thoughts from Rachée
So. After months of coveting, not so subtle hints to family members and friends with discounts, and turning green with envy as friends mentioned how much fun it was (Jaiya! Amy!) I was actually able to purchase a Wii fit and… I loves me some it! During the holidays, I was so dazzled by actually finding a system that I…
My grandmother, or as the kids call her, ‘Bubbe’, is staying with Mom, The Bee and me for a while. Without exaggeration I feel my heart race, my breath catch and feel anxious as I think of what the visit will bring. Sadly, she has become a shell of a woman as she her mind is stolen by Alzheimer’s disease*….
I swear that even with all of my vows to change my MO, I still find myself being a homebody. I have missed more than one party or event due to forgetfulness, general malaise and just being tired. This poem was also found on Poets.org.While The Bee is older and an only child, these sentiments are so familiar. An Excuse…
In poetry, can I count a song as a poem?Sure I will! My blog, my rules.Anyhoodledoodle (like that?) I am adding Sinead O’Connor to my favorites. Back in the merry ol’ land of 1990 when MTV played videos, The Box was a hit, and I had a cassette player, I used to love me some Sinead. Yes, she was bald….