Kirk, Thor and a White Board

As you may know, I am a nerd of the Star Trek franchise. I’ve watched every episode of the original series with Captain Kirk, The Next Generation, Deep Space Nine, Voyager, and Enterprise at least five times…probably more. I signed up to CBS All Access a few years ago so Natasha and I would be able to watch the newest Star Trek series of Discovery and Picard, and wait on whatever else was to come. It had been our ritualRead more

#SoCS: I Have Questions

In the end, it’s not about how much we do, but how we do it. I’m not stating anything new or profound. Mother Teresa said, “It is not how much we do, but how much love we put in the doing.” My beginning as a blogger started in March of 2013. It’s difficult for me to wrap my head around the fact that I’ve been dazzling and/or boring you with the written word for almost eight years. Lucky you. ItRead more

Requesting Answers

wack·a·doo·dle /ˈwakəˌdo͞odl/ noun: wackadoodle 1. an eccentric or fanatical person. I was chatting back and forth with a peer last week, someone with an even crazier sense of humor than yours truly. We have had several silly “interesting” conversations over the years. Extremely interesting. (And not inappropriate, I might add.) Simply weird and crazy senses of humor coming together in an email string or over the phone. On this occasion, I was called a wackadoodle, the crazy eccentric person thatRead more

Clean Laundry

“It’s the little things, sometimes.” A friend of mine spoke these words recently and I agree with the sentiment. Sometimes it doesn’t take much… A small gesture of kindness A knowing smile Chai tea latte When a new recipe is a winner Laughing with friends Game night A glass of wine or a pint of beer Shared food Never being without dark chocolate A winning raffle ticket Clean laundry Purring cats Another football win Snow that clings to the treesRead more

Letting Go of 40 Years

What would you do if a friend of 40 years suddenly stopped talking? Radio silence. No phone calls, no letters, no explanation, no nothing. It will be three years in December since I last talked to my friend. I’ve been alternately sad, hurt and angry at various times, but Thursday was the worst. Perhaps it was the mutual acquaintance I ran into the day before who shared that he had seen my friend a month ago, had lunch with her,Read more

Identity: What Did I Miss?

I’m staring at the ID card I’ve had for several years. This card tells everyone Mary is a permanent employee for a state government agency and assigns an ID number. It also contains one of the few ID or driver’s license photos in which I don’t appear to have woken from a two-day drunk. ID stands for “identity,” but you wouldn’t learn much about me from the plastic rectangle that is clipped to a piece of wardrobe Monday through Friday.Read more

Guessing Game

Last Saturday, I asked Natasha an important question. “Guess what day it is?’ After a few seconds of intense thought… “Is it my birthday?” No. “Is it Saturday?” Well, yeah, but…no. “Is it Star Trek Day?” Every day is Star Trek Day. “Is it Columbus Day?” No. Natasha guessed a few additional days related to Star Trek and whatever bounced off the top of her head, but I don’t remember the exact words. In trying to recollect them several hoursRead more

Who Can You Trust?

Monday afternoon was quite manic at work. Too much going on, all at once. The day started out great, with sunshine and a meeting of peers to discuss how we can make work life better for ourselves and fellow employees…short of retirement or having the winning lottery ticket or adding a wine bar in every office. We had a great discussion and came up with a few notable ideas. Then I drove back to my office and it kind ofRead more

Huh?

“What did I do?” That’s what mom asked me on Sunday. Twice. I answered, “I don’t know,” twice. I did not have a clue. Did she spill her coffee or steal someone’s oatmeal at breakfast? In hindsight, I should have answered, “I don’t know, but do you need bail money?” This post has been brought to you by the question of the day. It has also been brought to you by Linda G. Hill’s “One-Liner Wednesday.” All you need to play alongRead more

Worry

Questions, always questions Will I? Can I? What if? Thick as grandma’s gravy Murky as dog-day waters It hangs in the air like a dense fog that fails to lift Doubts, always doubts I won’t I can’t If will happen Never positive in thought Believing in armageddon It drags its victims along through a pool of coagulated sludge Fear, always fear I submit I cringe A chill rises Tomorrow is at the forefront Yesterday still concerns It lurks in an inkyRead more

Forty-Two Years

The year of 1976, May. Young, naive, impressionable, eighteen years of age, ears glistening with dew.   She prepares, cinching the fabric belt of a washed-out, blue shirtdress with vertical white buttons.   Her hair dark, it glistens purple in the sun as she hesitates toward the door that leads to a career.   The resume is thin… field work, picking strawberries, factory work, packing cheese, one year with an attorney.   The one sits behind a desk. He feelsRead more