Mom the Manners Master

MOM THE MANNERS MASTER Mom was good at orchestrating things.  She could pull miracles together like an artist… a wizard even. She effortlessly put together Thanksgiving/ Christmas, and corporate dinners where everything got to the table at the perfect temperature with...

Transforming TRI

The wind pelted the rain into us as the producer pointed towards the choppy waters of the Potomac River.  “Our actors will jump in here, swim a couple of strokes out, then loop back around and come out the ramp on the other side.  Wendy will be doing the whole course...

Birthday’s and Budweiser’s

Dad’s Birthday 2015 “Yard Bird” is the name of the sculpture on the back porch.  His back is a shovel, his wings are garden rakes, his legs are the front fork of a bicycle, and the cocksure feathers on his head were, I believe, some kind of hand rake.  He’s purple and...

Lucy, Dad, and the Frog

My geriatric lab, Lucy, and I made our way to the door as soon as she farted.  I’ve had to decrease my response time when she does that because, as Dad always said, “Never trust a fart after fifty.”  She’s now 14+, and in dog years that means that from the first fart...

Why Is Wendy Blogging?

It has been suggested by WordPress, the makers of this website, “If you like, use this post to tell readers why you started this blog and what you plan to do with it.” Good question.  Why write?  It is such a vulnerable thing to spill thoughts upon pages to be read,...