The Arizona Snowbowl in Flagstaff is 11,500 feet in elevation. Piper climbed to the top like it was nothing.
Life Is A No-Fault Condition
When another person does something to us, they are held accountable. If it’s a criminal offense, legal steps can be taken. In issues that are moral, we hope that the person does the right thing. And we also should do the same. But what about the times that life does…
Changing It Up At The Alter
Any time I attend a wedding it transports me back to the day I got married. The flowers, the dress, everyone who loved us all in one place, our moms lighting two candles that we would unite into one, the way one rivulet of sweat ran down my husband’s face…
An Infectious Post
I’ve seen this on websites like TMZ: Life can be gross. The above on a sandwich board for those particularly oozy times is a must-have. I may or may not pusably be referring to my life right now. But just in case, wash your hands when you’re done reading this post.
A Jobless, Naked, Broke Person Walks Into A Blog
I recently heard someone ask themself who they are if they take away: what they do the clothes they wear their job title their bank account I couldn’t have imagined this question nor answered it before the loss of my sight. But since my visual impairment I have not only…
Piper At The Polls
I don’t think he is casting his vote – he didn’t poop on either candidate — but Piper is definitely as tired of this year’s presidential election as the rest of us. P
Womenopause
I remember girlfriends 25 years ago who were terrified that they might be pregnant. I don’t remember at-home pregnancy tests being an option but I don’t recall if that was because they didn’t exist, did exist but were too expensive or our parents might find it in our room or…
No Buublegum And A Paperclip, Just Old Age And A Colon
A padded envelope arrived for me in the mail this week. Some might argue it should have been a padded van, so sorry to disappoint. I was not expecting anything and I certainly could not have anticipated its contents: AN AT-HOME FECAL IMMUNOCHEMICAL TEST Turns out they call it “FIT”…
Pajama Poetry
I don’t wear pajamas to bed and I always feel a pang of jealousy when friends tell me they’ve stayed in their pj’s all day. Now before you get the wrong idea, I do wear something other than the sheets and blankets, equally as comfy as pajamas. Yet when I…