It strains me to avoid giving advice. I have so much advice. It’s bubbling up as the response to every question. “Hey Lady! Should I buy the blue sweater in my left hand or the brown sweater in my right hand?” Okay, the total stranger standing in the clothing store looking at seaters did not… Read more

When I was a kid, I had several youthful and energetic uncles who felt that playing tricks on a defenseless little kid was the height of ecstasy. I know a lot of kids who are not allowed to eat sugar or drink sodas nowadays, but back then, we were allowed, but it was such a… Read more

I like to trick myself that I’ll get to that project “some other time.” I can get away with it for a long time, but finally I am so tired of that-big-thing-in-my-closet-that-has-been-on-top-of- that-pair-of-shoes-I used-to-really-like that I am ready to strain my self to take care of it. This past weekend’s episode of that-big-thing-in-my-closet-that-has-been-on-top-of- that-pair-of-shoes-I used-to-really-like involved a… Read more

Friday comes just once a week, But that’s the day we always seek. If Tuesday and Wednesday could stop being so lame, Maybe we would love them just the same. But they don’t give us what Friday can. Friday is fireworks and the ice cream man. Friday is puppies and new car smell. Those other… Read more

If you have ever spent any time listening to me, you may have noticed that randomly included “back stories” are my thing. I might start by telling you that funny thing that happened yesterday after work and end up diving into 4 additional autobiographical tales, each containing their own parenthetical sub narratives.  Let’s do some “for-exampling.” Exhibit A, if it please the… Read more

Monday comes but once a week,  but doesn’t it feel like its a 3-4 day streak? Tuesday through Thursday is a long foggy blur, but then Friday arrives, if you can endure. Saturday and Sunday zip by like a jet, then its Monday again…Is it Friday yet??? Until Next Time, Your Friend, Tracy Read more

Morning too bright, No clouds in sight. Weather apps say, “No rain today.” I’m boiling. I’m baking. Soon I’ll be leather. Is there no pardon, To this sentence of hellish weather?   In fairness, to the weather, I feel I must remark. When tortured by the heat, I let my annoyance spark. But today from… Read more

Have you ever noticed how night feels? It’s so much “deeper” and holds more freedom than day. “Quieter” but not in an auditory way, especially where I live in the c-c-c-country (stuttering implying how far back back back in said country), because crickets, cicadas, whatever all that noise comes from is not quiet. But it… Read more

When people get old; They smell funny. Baby smells like powder, all soft with clean fresh skin. Mama smells like marshmallows, apples and cinnamon. Daddy smells like dial soap, after shave and minty gum. But grandpa smells like moth balls, muscle rub and old bay rum. Grandma smells like chicken soup that’s been boiling in a pot. You think she would… Read more

There was a tree in my yard that I liked a lot.  When it fell down I felt quite sad. It fell on my trailer and poked through the roof. But the robin eggs didn’t taste that bad. The hole it made wasn’t too awful big. The branch in my kitchen even had a flower.… Read more