She was not over it. Even though his back was broke and her leg was out, they managed to strap it on. He should have known better than to dead lift a battery without warming up first. He should have gotten into the correct squatting position for lifting, But thinking he was still the strapping… Continue reading Not Over It
Category: Wild Jane
Time period from birth to age 28 or so.
Mourning Doily
“Mourning doesn’t come all at once,” I remind myself. I’ve been up and at it for a couple of hours. Had my coffee, made the beds, did the left over dishes, sorted through the mail. I am on my second load of laundry, sitting in front of the dryer folding. I am pulling at a… Continue reading Mourning Doily
Palms
It’s hard to picture the LA she grew up in. Bungalow apartments built around a courtyard with a big central lawn dotted with palm trees. She knew all of her immediate neighbors. The kids all congregated together at various yards and houses to play. It was a comforting existence. She knew where her grandmother lived… Continue reading Palms
That Carrie Moment
She was beautiful, ripe as a peach in mid-summer with luscious willing lips and long reddish blond hair. Mothers with sons worried. They talked among themselves. They knew how vulnerable their boys were to the wiles of a free spirited young girl. “He’s not going out with that Wild Jane, is he?” “Oh boy, you… Continue reading That Carrie Moment
Corned Beef Champs
How do you make a corned beef on St. Paddy’s Day when you have to work and won’t get home in time to fix it? For many years Mom’s answer was the Slow Cooker. Just rush around in the morning trying not to get your professional outfit messy by wearing an apron and knowing full… Continue reading Corned Beef Champs