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Shelf Care | We’re Getting the Band Back Together

December 28, 2018 // 2 Comments

“Yeah, well, getting the band back together might not be that easy, Jake.” -Elwood Blues, The Blues Brothers Welcome to Shelf Care, where I review three books related by [...]

Book Rx: Your Monthly Reading Prescription | “Toward A Secret Sky” by Heather Maclean

December 14, 2018 // 0 Comments

Rx: “Toward A Secret Sky” Prescribed by: Heather Maclean Prescribed for: Fans of “Twilight” “Divergent,” and Dan Brown’s “DaVinci Code.” Side Effects: [...]

on Honest Review | Splitting the Boulders that Hold Us, or This Isn’t the Third Love Bra Review I Thought it Would Be
19 Mar 2019
I can't wear underwires. They pinch, they break through, and I'm allergic to steel. I can't go braless. I get massive heat rash. Third Love does NOT have anything I can wear.
on 5 Irish Recipes to Enjoy for St. Patrick’s Day…or Anytime
15 Mar 2019
Wonderful recipes!!!
on Book Rx: Your Monthly Reading Prescription | “The Summer Wives” by Beatriz Williams
15 Mar 2019
It was a super-fun read and the berry slump was to die for!
on Sweatpants & Books | International Tiger Day!
14 Mar 2019
Really solid read! Definitely add it to your TBR pile!
on Personal Essays | Two Parallel Lives
12 Mar 2019
Wow. I get it. I’ve suffered with depression most of my life. I wasn’t diagnosed until I was in my 30’s. I’m 60. My mother just passed away in September with Alzheimer’s. That alone is enough to make you/me depressed. I worry when I forget things or words or where I put something. I am told by my grown children that I’ve already told them that story or bit of information. It scary—and depressing. Before that I was married to my college sweetheart for 25 years and then 16 years ago it all blew apart. I’m not bearing his responsibility in our divorce (he cheated several times), but I was depressed a lot. I only wish I’d gotten more help back then. I lead a full life now. But sometimes I get so lonely, I cry. At weird times and places. I have three amazing grandchildren and one more on the way. I love being with them and I’m so happy. And then I’m not. Parallel lives. I get it. I’d love a link to anything you’ve written on Alzheimer’s.