Category Archives: Personal
Raw. Everything felt raw. The skin around my eyes and nose was red and chapped. It burned, ached, and felt like it would crack if any muscle in my face dared to move. My stomach was the same, it felt … Continue reading
Last Monday morning as I drove into work, I saw a text come in from Mr. Muse warning me about an accident at a major intersection I usually drive through. “You may end up needing to go a different route.” … Continue reading
It was Tuesday night. I had class in the big city, Mr. Muse was escorting his Wife #2 (our good friend) and three (or was it four) other ladies to see Journey in concert. I came home late after class … Continue reading
I’d been warned… for years. The pain. The humiliation. The discomfort. Nobody, however, warned me that I’d get a phone call telling me to not apply lotions, oils, deodorants, or powders. It was time: my first mammogram.
I’m not generally an early, or enthusiastic, adopter of new technology. The words, “If it ain’t broke, don’t fix it,” typically rattle around my head when I see something shiny and new on the television or in stores. There is, … Continue reading
Perhaps it is just being a woman of a certain age. Perhaps it’s having grown up with a single, dial telephone in the house until I was a teenager. Maybe it’s even the fact that the internet-for-the masses didn’t really … Continue reading