*Or “can I get a small drink in a large cup?” Do you have people in your past who turned out to be such a huge part of who you are that bits of them still live your very “being?”  I have people like that. Definitely my grandma, who could cause a backyard party to… Read more

How Mismatched Strands Find Unison in the Wave I get a lot of ideas and do much thinking in the shower; I guess because my mind is not required while my muscle memory washes my hair and face and automatically knows when to rinse and all the things showers include. While thinking how convenient it… Read more

I have a Tide pen that I bought about seven years ago. It works and it still has a lot of juice in it. However, now that it’s pretty old, it smells like spoiled milk – like when a baby throws up on you after it drank an entire bottle of baby formula and right… Read more

It’s not really okay. But I will tell you it’s okay. Don’t be offended when I roll my eyes or flash a pinched smirk and look at you over the top of my glasses. Don’t be offended because my face says “What?” It’s your fault. I’ll say it’s okay, but you better believe it’s not.… Read more

It strains me to avoid giving advice. I have so much advice. It’s bubbling up as the response to every question. “Hey Lady! Should I buy the blue sweater in my left hand or the brown sweater in my right hand?” Okay, the total stranger standing in the clothing store looking at seaters did not… Read more

When I was a kid, I had several youthful and energetic uncles who felt that playing tricks on a defenseless little kid was the height of ecstasy. I know a lot of kids who are not allowed to eat sugar or drink sodas nowadays, but back then, we were allowed, but it was such a… Read more

I like to trick myself that I’ll get to that project “some other time.” I can get away with it for a long time, but finally I am so tired of that-big-thing-in-my-closet-that-has-been-on-top-of- that-pair-of-shoes-I used-to-really-like that I am ready to strain my self to take care of it. This past weekend’s episode of that-big-thing-in-my-closet-that-has-been-on-top-of- that-pair-of-shoes-I used-to-really-like involved a… Read more

Friday comes just once a week, But that’s the day we always seek. If Tuesday and Wednesday could stop being so lame, Maybe we would love them just the same. But they don’t give us what Friday can. Friday is fireworks and the ice cream man. Friday is puppies and new car smell. Those other… Read more

If you have ever spent any time listening to me, you may have noticed that randomly included “back stories” are my thing. I might start by telling you that funny thing that happened yesterday after work and end up diving into 4 additional autobiographical tales, each containing their own parenthetical sub narratives.  Let’s do some “for-exampling.” Exhibit A, if it please the… Read more

Monday comes but once a week,  but doesn’t it feel like its a 3-4 day streak? Tuesday through Thursday is a long foggy blur, but then Friday arrives, if you can endure. Saturday and Sunday zip by like a jet, then its Monday again…Is it Friday yet??? Until Next Time, Your Friend, Tracy Read more