When Exactly Is Later?

The day just started and now it’s 6 pm
The month is almost over, it happened so quickly
It’s only spring; a new year is just around the corner
Thirty, forty, fifty, sixty years go by too fast

10-Year Smoke-Free -Perhaps I did make a difference

Last week, I teared up when a comment left on my Finally-2024 post surprised me. Lately, I have been wondering if I should continue blogging. Is it worth it, and what have I accomplished with it?

And Then Christmas Finds Me

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As so often, the loving Christmas decorations all around me had left me completely cold. I was rushing by.

I am 60…now what?

When I turned 40, friends placed a large sign in our front yard, and neighbors driving by honked. Lordy, lordy, look who turned 40 it read. When I turned 50, I got the funniest cards, and all made fun of my age, but for my 60th, no one dared to do that. That kind of speaks for itself. I guess it means

It’s Not Too Late To Make It A Good Year!

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We often structure everything so much that we forget life can’t be drawn on a drawing board or planned in advance. Unforeseen things happen. The most beautiful moments of happiness and also the greatest low blows lurk everywhere -professionally as well as privately.

Trump Indicted – How does it make me feel?

I haven’t answered friends’ emails in a couple of days. My friends are scattered all over the globe, and many of them sent me a note more or less saying the same “Finally, America is coming to its senses.” Their reactions and their messages to me are a form of celebration for the United States, for the country we all remember so well.

There Was Silence

“They went through my things,” I could hear the disappointment and the frustration in my husband’s voice. His brother’s oldest son, back then in his late 20’s, had borrowed his leather jacket without asking. “It has a tear in it now,” he continued and the sadness in his voice made me cringe. I had bought the jacket for him, it had been a very special anniversary gift.

Thank You Internet!

Oh, my dear internet! Thank you for making my life easier! Telephone books, street maps, encyclopedias, DVDs, and postcards have disappeared. Gone are the days when a TV station asked me to sit in front of the television at 8 p.m. sharp, now I am getting fed the news by headlines faster than I can digest them. Gone are the times when program makers teased me about having to wait a week for my favorite series to continue. Today I decide what, when and where I watch. With the help of my phone, or tablet I could even binge-watch sitting on our storage shed – just in case I ever feel like it.

I Am A Happily Married Racist!

About ten, fifteen years ago, at a BBQ with lots of food and some alcohol, a friend of mine asked me if I would date -or sleep with a black man. I didn’t hesitate, answered quickly -and without thinking- “No, I would not date a black man or sleep with a black man.”

“I guess that means you are a racist,” he said and I didn’t know what to respond. My brain didn’t comprehend -neither did I. I had stepped into a trap and now I was stuck.

My truth about Selfies

Friends have meaning in my life. They are there to lift me up, they pull me down to earth when it’s needed. They laugh and cry with me, and often they push me to take a deeper look at myself and my behavior.