Writing - the ups and downs

My husband looked at me yesterday from his easy chair and said, “You have wrinkles under your chin.” “What?” I said. Did I hear the man right? Did he say I had wrinkles under my chin? Surely not. No man in his right mind would speak those words to his wife. And most assuredly mine would not because number one he wants to live and number two he loves me too much to say something that would hurt my feelings.  I asked him to repeat his comment. OKAY. I heard him right. I jetted to the bathroom where the mirror confirmed there were wrinkles under my chin. How had I missed them?  Had I been so busy worrying about the wrinkles on my face I’d completely forgotten my neck? After all it holds up my head - one would think I would have noticed it. I was good to my neck. I smoothed wrinkle cream on it when I did my face. I used a scrub, a mask, expensive creams. And still it lets me down. All I can think about is my neck.  Of course I’m not speaking...

Can anyone believe it’s July already? I’m in shock. After going through a busy spring and with June passing by at lightening speed, I find myself on July 5th in a daze.   Where did the days go? Each individual day. Let’s see... As I look back I see that we did some yard work. We, as in my daughter and husband, with me thrown in occasionally - well, actually rarely. The lovely mulch went down - without me involved. I was there for a bit of the weeding. But not for the edging. I did choose a large Boston fern for the front porch to go on the wicker table between our two white rockers. My niece informed me Boston ferns are passe, the worst for shedding. Too late. It’s there and it’s staying til it dies. Which could be any day with my black thumb! It still pretty much looks just as it did when I bought it. I'm holding my breath. Then, I picked out a few potted plants for the deck, all of which are already looking sad. The red geraniums that were full of blooms w...

                                                           Rain By Jill Sanders     As she headed for her sister’s funeral three hours south and three days away Barbara said to me, “I hope it doesn’t rain.”     Understanding the mood that rain sets, especially during a funeral service, I replied, “I hope it doesn’t rain for you, too.  I’ll be thinking of you.  Have a safe trip.”     Three days later, near 2:00 pm – the hour of the funeral, I stepped outside to feed my cats across the yard under the portico of the unattached garage.  The sky overhead suggested rain may fall.  As I emptied the bag of cat food into their bowl, the rain droplets began.  “Oh, no,” I said as I ...

 I haven't been on here for awhile because of issues beyond my control. BUT I've missed blogging and my blogger friends. Hope all is well with you! I made a quick trip to Tampa recently to visit my sister "Sue" who was quite ill and in the hospital as well. We were able to have five days together before I had to leave. While I knew she was gravely ill, we shared many light moments and many moments that we were just big sister and little, hugging and giving each other advice. She wanted to take me shopping while I was there, she said, "To buy you something pretty." My sister had perfected the art of shopping like no other human I know. She could tell you which was the very best mattress to buy. What household applicance would outlast all others and first and foremost she could tell you where the best clothes for women could be purchased in the very latest styles. She had one of each item in her closet. I borrowed a beautiful white cardigan one day to we...

 FREE TODAY MARCH 17th. EBOOK. Click below. Collection of short stories. Enjoy!

Vada Faith by Barbara A. Whittington - Free on Kindle Saturday, March 16th. Check it out! www.amazon.com

A popular story in Ezra and Other Stories is Hoot and Marla. Thought I'd share it with you here. Ezra and Other Stories includes eleven stories and is on sale now for .99 at www.amazon.com.                                                      Hoot and Marla                                Hoot and Marla are on their way to Niagara Falls. Hoot's sister, Betty Sue, has talked Hoot into letting her come. She has brought along her boyfriend, Nick.     Hoot is driving the black Monte Carlo he bought last week for $800. Everyone is to chip in on the gas.      "All-my-x's-live-i...