Bounce Back Blog
Deep Purple
Tomorrow is my sister's birthday, but she is no longer here to celebrate. I wrote this piece about the times we shared in better days. Today I dedicate it to her memory. "When I am an old woman, I shall wear purple, ...
Love Notes and Diet Coke
As the old saying goes “actions speak louder than words,” and while I believe that’s true, I do so love words as well. I love words in languages I don’t even understand. I love words in times of happiness, of sadness, of fear and of longing—and there are some...
Countdown to Disaster
Ladies and Gentlemen, I believe the disturbing experience I had today is proof positive that the Doomsday Clock is thundering toward the end of civilization as we know it. I was in a hurry this morning and in a complete departure from my daily habit of at least 45...
An Alarming Adventure
The older you get, the greater your chances become of having to eat crow over something you misstated, misjudged or, as is typical for me, “mis-ridiculed” at an earlier point in your life. For example, it turns out that sensible shoes actually are the sensible choice...
Drive-Thru Disaster
I teach at a nearby college from 9 to 12 on weekday mornings. After class, I leave school and head off to tutor my private students. On Wednesdays, I have a very short window of time to get from campus to my student’s house. As a concession to my tight schedule and...
You Can’t Do It All
The other day, a friend posted a photo on Facebook that made me snort out loud. It was a sign advertising the offerings of a roadside business. It read: Bait & Tackle, Liquor Store, Apartment for Rent, Family Dining. All Under One Roof! Humor value aside, I...
High-Tech Baby with a Low-Tech Granny
I am about one month away from my grandmother midterm test, and I don’t mind telling you I am a little nervous. In January I had to study harder than an insurance adjuster before a personality test to pass the entrance exam. Back then I prepared to keep my...
Two of a Kind–I’m Becoming My Husband!
I’ve often heard that over time married couples begin to resemble each other. Aside from the two whiskers that recently sprouted to the right of my upper lip, I have not noticed my appearance sliding in my husband’s direction. Now I would not mind one bit if my fluffy...
The Perfect Storm–What the Winds of Fate Taught Me About Hope
Every now and then, the winds of fate blow in a curious pattern, sweeping up whatever is in their path and configuring it into a perfect storm of disaster. My perfect storm hit a few months back and included a baby, a runaway dog, and a bowl of cat food. The mayhem...