Growing old, staying relevant – Carole J. Garrison

Holding Mother’s Hand

But that day in the museum, it was I who held her hand in mine. It was my hand supporting her, reassuring her, protecting her.

If Orchids Are Promiscuous, Philodendra Are Whores

Very little that I write in this blog has anything to do with the title. I have always wanted to write a story using this title but never came up with one. There is, of course, a short history behind it that I will share. The Conservatory at the Huntington Museum of Art is knownContinue reading “If Orchids Are Promiscuous, Philodendra Are Whores”

My Definition of Love: Ode to My Dalma

This ode was given to me this Valentine’s Day, February 14, 2022. It is for me the definition of love.

Stolen Years

Those years are as gone as the water running down the kitchen drain. There are no returns. You can’t recycle them for slightly used ones. And now I’m left with anger at those who could have helped stop the virus in its tracks, but for political and religious ideology, conspiracy thinking, and just plain ignorance, they stole my years as well as the lives of the unfortunate 700,000 American souls who have died.

Covid-19 Addictions

“I don’t sell anything. She dosen’t sell anything.”

Legacy of Bruce Maclaren

I might already be disappearing, but I am not dead yet!

The Aggressive Cricket

Funny how something so small can change your life.Funny how something so small can change your life.

Did You Turn Off The Stove?

I figure that, if exercise is good for the body, why not the brain?

The Cubby

I found a route home that avoided the humongous trucks and reckless lane jumpers on the interstate, picked up some pre-made mashed potatoes at a convenience store for comfort, and arrived home hungry, tired, and looking forward to my next day at the office.

New Job Jitters

I Googled “new job jitters.” About 5,080,000 results (0.89 seconds) populated my computer screen.