Laughing George: Happy Easter!

Laughing George: Happy Easter!: Many of my readers are relatively well-behaved Christians, so I think I am safe in saying “Happy Easter” without offending anyone. If you ar…

Times like these

     We live our lives in a hurry.  Our childhood rushes by in a blur of smudged sidewalk chalk, scabby knees and sleepovers.  The teen years flow into adulthood through acne covered angst and countless nights of wondering if the phone will ring.     So when did I get to this age?  This so-called mid life age?  Wasn’t my mother always …

Trestle Press: Guest Post Karen Malena, author of "Son of Mine"

Trestle Press: Guest Post Karen Malena, author of “Son of Mine”: Hello, I’m Karen Malena. You are not going to hear a lot of professional jargon, big words or fancy lingo. You are going to hear a simpl…

Everyone has a story

     My mother has always said:  Everyone has a story.  Man, have I found that to be true!  Do you watch people around you, really watch them?  Do you listen though, as they speak?  This perhaps is  most difficult to do.  For I think when we pause, letting another person tell you their story, then we can truly walk a bit …

He’s the spirit of Christmas

      If I had a sentence to sum up my brother, Rick, it would be:  He truly is the spirit of Christmas.  This is a young man who takes time throughout the year listening to what people say about their likes, hopes, wants, desires.  He isn’t the type to run into any old store last minute, trying to find a …

My mother’s brush with death……

     It was February, 1971.  Snow had fallen the night before.  Dad was outside shoveling as I watched cartoons on a Sunday morning.  A huge noise from the room  above me, startled me.  My dog, Buffy, ran to the stairs, as I almost walked up to see what had happened.  I heard the strangest sound, a snoring, or gurgling from …

A high school reuniting

     It is always fun to reconnect with someone you went to school with.  Recently I have had the privilege and pleasure of finding a good friend from my high school days, J. Michael Krivyanski.  Nobody could make me laugh like Mike did, back in my eleventh grade year.  He was a witty, fun, creative person.  It is no wonder …

Morning Rays

      This is a little six sentence short story which I recently entered into some contests.  I didn’t win, but it is a sweet little story you may enjoy reading.  There certainly is a challenge when one is confronted with the task of keeping a story to a minimum of words.  Lots of fun, not so easy, but …

A move to the big city

     With that deer-in-the-headlights look, I began my first day at a new job over five years ago.  Twenty seven years at another job, and there I was starting over again.     My husband  Jim and I had met at an online dating site.  After a few failed attempts at other relationships, my brother opened up my world to this type …

Scoliosis

     Recently I was talking with an old friend about her daughter.  She was thanking me for being there for her when her daughter was going through spinal surgery for scoliosis.  She mentioned that someone should write a blog, sharing their experience with curvature of the spine to help others who may be going through this trauma.     You see, when …