For weeks, I receive a daily telemarking call from BIS Insurance. It is a very friendly automated female voice. “How are you today?” she asks and I have tried everything to make her stop calling. The other day, while already having a meltdown, I took it out on her as I screamed at the recorded …
Today I let go of someone I love. I went against everything my heart wanted and obliged everything he asked for. Did he want this? Or is it simply what he asked for? We met in 2004. I am a civilized, well-bred Yankee woman and friends with his mother, Maggie Mae, a southern woman raised …
My Dearest Jordan, I have just returned from a bittersweet trip to Okeechobee to say a final goodbye to YIB Boney. You surely remember YIB, my third husband that I did not marry who is 13 years older than me. He is living on borrowed time with only one nicely clogged artery barely pumping. I …
When a storyteller friend of mine invited me for a special dinner event at the Story Inn, I had to accept. Frazzled from the bizarre twists and turns of everyday life and in need of civilized adult conversation, gourmet food and craft beverages, I was in need of this particular Friday night. Little Nashville Cambridge lives …
It was a cold, rainy, black Monday night. Not just any Monday, but the Monday after Christmas after you have thrown out the rest of the Christmas cookies because you looked at pictures of Christmas past and you wonder how you got so old and so fat. admitting I watch the 700 club So while making …
Halinka calls me from Lebanon as she makes her way from Chicago to visit me in Indianapolis on her way to spend the winter in Florida. I usually get no notice when she is about to pass through. She objects to making a plan. At least it is the day after Christmas and I did …
Every day during the four weeks of Advent, I went to my mailbox in hopeful anticipation of a Christmas card from my third ex-husband, (the one I did not marry.) Last year he surprised me to my utter depths by sending me a Christmas card. He is not a card person, he is not a holiday …
My Dearest Jordan, I just had lunch today with a dear friend from my youth. We have our 40th high school reunion coming up next month and we thought it would be a good idea to get together ahead of the event and compare notes. Jordan, I am sure you remember my friend Dexter Norman, …
ashes The helicopter field trip adventure began shortly after my Dad died in 2009. Mom contacted her brother about scattering Dad’s ashes from a plane. My uncle put me in touch with a pilot friend from my youth who performed this type of service. It was wild man Steve. He has flown everything, jumped out of everything …
Risky Journey Ch 4: God and the Helicopter Field Trip Read More »
wild man steve I reconnected with a daredevil pilot friend from my youth and he took me on a helicopter flight that changed everything. Steve used to land an airplane on the top of a moving car at airshows everywhere. He used to trail me around on the back of his Harley when we were …
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