The rules keep changing. For years we had a routine. It was good. The people left in the morning. The youngsters came home in the afternoon. The older ones a bit later. We ate breakfast together. We ate dinner together. While everyone was out, I had free reign of the downstairs. Well, actually, even when … Continue reading In My Own Voice #31: Making Sense of My Topsy Turvy World
Month: August 2020
My Pandemic Plagues
Is it crazy of me to believe I am in a pitched battle with a bathroom? If you had lived through what I have, you too would understand that my second floor bathroom has declared war. Maybe it believes it is being asked to step up unfairly now that we are all home. The jury is … Continue reading My Pandemic Plagues
In My Own Voice #30: BATH is a Four-Letter Word
The other day I overheard one of my bros talking with the female about a bath....for ME. Now bath is not a word that gets bandied around with my name attached. The few times the two were linked were memorable. Is it possible they have forgotten what happened when they tied my leash to the … Continue reading In My Own Voice #30: BATH is a Four-Letter Word
Ruth Polk 