Tag Archives: musings of the amusing muse
This week’s local paper had a piece from the editor talking about how they have been distracted when it comes to writing. It’s been the Spring weather, the need to get outside after months of being indoors and fully enjoy … 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
How does the saying go? “It’s supposed to be hard. If it was easy, everyone would do it.” That’s what breaking bad habits is like and last week’s post seems to have struck a chord with a lot of readers.
Stress is a bitch. A cold, hard bitch – which is also a great song, but I digress. Some years back I had a moment of realization that I had gotten fat. I stepped out of the shower, dried off, … 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.