Thoughts about our grandson. — Thoughts about our grandson. For reasons I don’t want to go into here, my husband and I found out early in 2013 that we would have to take over the raising of our oldest grandson. There was no choice except to let him go into foster care. …

Even more so than she was in the first place. — My husband frequently makes me angry with his silences and lack of communication. I don’t know how a yappy wordsmith like me ended up with a man who is so taciturn he often won’t talk even when there is a need. His mouth stays shut. I try to read his…

Cocky ones, too. — There’s fiction and then there’s just lies. I just noticed I’ve published 300 stories here on Medium so far. And wouldn’t you know it, I’m not a millionaire yet. I’m a hundredaire, though, and have been managing to squeeze out at least a hunred dollars pretty regularly now. I’d be…

Just for today — Men, who have very seldom in their lives Lowered themselves to chores requiring knee dives Men, who have never cleaned a refrigerator, Know exactly how it’s done — you use a calculator They think but their ideas just stink Men, who have never had their kitchens Turned upside down and…

Is that too much to ask? — Today was day three of living without a kitchen or dining room. The surprise work that started suddenly is proceeding in our kitchen, and as of tonight, all of the kitchen and a bit of the dining room are sporting the gorgeous brand new floor. I almost stopped everything when…

Nothing good about that. Just more propaganda in the world. — I just heard that Elon Musk will lift the ban on Donald Trump on Twitter after he closes the deal. Of course he will. Oligarchs all believe they have more rights than other people and should be able to say whatever they want in a public forum, on a privately-owned…

I was not ready for it. — I was not ready for it. The kitchen floor in our hundred-year-old house has been failing for some time now. When it got bad enough I could no longer get the vacuum under the refrigerator because it was sinking into the floor, we decided a new floor couldn’t be avoided. Oh, the joys of old houses. …

Who am I kidding? All the Mothers’ Days for all the rest of my life will be tough. — The sun has gone down now on this Saturday afternoon. There is to be a reckoning. I will wake up tomorrow for the first time in my 70 years without a mother to go see on Mothers’ Day. I think it’s going to be tough, since I’ve already been weeping…

It’s the newest style on the beach, but bodies still matter. — Yeah, that’s not me in the swimsuit. I wish. I just put that there to make you look. It’s clickbait. I’m not ashamed, you can just go ahead and enjoy the pretty picture, though, and then read my piece. …