Category Archives: Irish Roots
It’s Puzzling…
Last week I talked about the days that try women’s souls. This week, as you already know, those days are still here and it’s puzzling in more ways than one. These are the things I’ve found puzzling this week. They are … Continue reading
Spit Update ~ Part 2
Have you noticed how quickly televisions are updated? New technology here, bigger screens there, make them thinner, make them crisper, as Mom would say, “They have everything, but birth control” and she’d pretty much be right. (If you think about … Continue reading
It’s Really Not My Fault
Just this past week while at my parent’s house, there was a knock on their front door. It was a college student selling books. She was a very sweet young lady from Estonia. Though I wasn’t interested in what she … Continue reading
Many Moons
We aren’t big people, but we are a big family. My Dad is one of fifteen, twelve are half-siblings most of which have passed. I think only two of Dad’s half sisters are still with us, but I have a … Continue reading
Hi-Ho The Derry-O, A Junking We Will Go!
All of my life, or at least for the portion that I was able to walk, I have been a garbage picker. In my mind a garbage picker is kind of like the American Pickers, only less “picky”, not as … Continue reading
Sometimes 60 Is Not The New 40…
…sometimes it needs to be recognized for what it is…a long time. Later this year, when I turn 60, I’m sure I’ll think differently. But not today. Today 60 is a big number. Today my parents celebrate 60 years of … Continue reading
Sensible Middle-Class Asians
Last night was a cultural hodge-podge; tater tot casserole, just about as Middle-Class Caucasian as you can get, and the movie, Crazy Rich Asians. I’m sure it’s due to the ethnicity of the people involved, but it kind of reminded … Continue reading
Spit Update
When I was 55, my husband bought me a DNA kit through Ancestry.com. I received my kit, collected my spit, sent it in, and waited. The results were mostly expected. There were a few surprises, like 17% Scandinavian. There were … Continue reading
Together…
Last week I told you about my Room Without a View, which is my classroom where I teach on Tuesdays. This week I’m actually writing to you from my new “office,” my room for school preparations and corrections, my writing room, … Continue reading
Adventures in Real Estate
“You’re the perfect size for a jockey.” So said my High School Guidance Counselor when we met to have that all important discussion of what I wanted to be when I grew up. I thought this an odd statement to … Continue reading
