I never lie about my age.
I was a single mother for 12 years.
I never knew how strong love is for a grandchild, until now.
I sing everyday at full voice.
I play the guitar.
I play the mandolin.
My parents called me Tinker.
I didn’t know I would come to love Texas.
I miss my pre-cancer treatment body.
I am fortunate to be alive. (for reals)
I love tea with milk and sugar
I eat eggs every morning.
I can’t believe I’ve been with Charlie for 22 years.
I read everyday.
I like watching people walk their dogs by my house.
I love my cat.
Unconditional love cures just about any thing but take your vitamins.
Having a spiritual practice makes my days easier.
I live with chronic pain.
I miss the #39 bus in Boston.
I drive four hours, one way, to see great art.
I drive across the bridge to see great outsider art.
I love “Downton Abby” as well as “Firefly”
I love New York City.
I need new cowboy boots for two-stepping.
The first birthday gift from my hubby was the OED, Shorter.
We both use the OED at least once a week.
My mother’s passion for photography inspires me.
I dream of vacations with my son, his wife and son, and husband.
I have a very hard time saying no to small children.
I miss being prolific.
I wish I could figure out how to make money at things I already do.
I can’t do arithmetic in my head.
I like Irish whiskey and California Zins.
I am more easily hurt than most will ever know.
I still cry during the “Sound of Music”
I want to get work done on the Yellow House this year.
I collect rocks.
I wrote my first poem in first grade.
I’ve been cooking since I was 11.
I’ve been making Julia Child’s salad dressing for 42 years.
Someday I’ll finish my novella.
I am the only person in my immediate family NOT born in Fall River, MA.
I love how the ocean feels.
I stand up for those who feel voiceless.
I love bowling because I’m really bad at it.
I love an old-fashioned spaghetti dinner.
I talk to strangers.
I read real books in bars with a cocktail.
Being married is a great roller coaster ride. Hang on.
Being married to a musician, in Austin, is a different kettle of fish entirely.
“Tweeter and the Monkey Man” has very special meaning to me.
I’m not always nice but I do try to be kind.
I’ve god a gawd awful loud laugh.
I’ve been praised for my looks more than my intellect or talents.
I don’t think much of my looks other than the fact I got the good side of the gene pool.
When I’m insecure, it appears I’m arrogant.
Anxiety/Depression disorder is serious and all in your head. Get help.
I can’t believe how much I love life.