Author: cococrimson

The human race has always looked to the sky for answers. Up in the clouds, there is a calm resolve that is potent with spirituality, guidance, advice, and love. In ancient times, the stars guided navigation and provided stories about the lives of the gods to explain the natural world. There was consistency in sky … Continue reading Dark Day Beginnings

It takes two pigheaded stubborn old mules to make a life together for fifty years. But my husband and I survived the upswings and downturns that made of our lives with each other a roller coaster ride of emotions and led us to where we are today. Any reflection on how it works or to … Continue reading Golden

There comes a time in the course of human events we are called to assess the things in our life that matter. My life is full of useless things, some of them sit around all day collecting dust and some of them require oxygen to survive. I’m pretty sure there is a law against doing … Continue reading Let It Go

I appreciate the philosophy of Jimmy Buffett. His concept of a birthday is “just one more candle and a trip around the Sun.” For many moons I have travelled around the sun “just hangin’ on while this old world keeps spinnin’.” Birthdays are made for reminiscing and planning and procrastination. To celebrate the completion of … Continue reading Front Porch Sitting

To coin a phrase from David Copperfield, “To begin my life with the beginning of my life, I record that I was born (as I have been informed and believe) …” on a Monday at 9:52 pm at Druid City Hospital in Tuscaloosa, Alabama. I was not alone as I discovered, with a bit of … Continue reading I Was Born at the Mall

In his reference to twins, Kahlil Gibran wrote, “You were born together, and together you shall be forevermore but let there be spaces in your togetherness.” To me this profound expression characterizes what growing up with sisters who are identical twins can be. Twins are similarly different, it’s all about Dis and Dat. In my … Continue reading Dis and Dat

In my hometown, we are “Progressives;” we can buy beer and wine in grocery stores on Sundays -- if it is after twelve noon, when church services are over. Whiskey and Rhy are still not for sale on Sundays, we do have some morals left concerning the Lord’s Day. When the partial alcohol sales began, … Continue reading Don’t Cry Over Spilled Milk

This week we celebrated the Fourth of July and TCM brought out the classic James Cagney movie, Yankee Doodle Dandy. Yankee Doodle Dandy is a weird little song about a strange young man riding a pony to town, sticking a feather in his cap and calling it macaroni, which meant a flashy dresser. But it … Continue reading Yankee Doodle Ice Cream

I have a lot of stuff; some of it is special, often useful, and downright necessary for my making it through the day. I find it necessary to take stuff with me wherever I go, conventional wisdom being that I cannot be parted from some of my stuff for extended periods of time. It is … Continue reading Southern Girls, Packed and Loaded

I was bored this afternoon, so I decided to go to the mall and buy stuff. But a mall experience does not relieve boredom as much as it can cause depression. I went anyway, throwing caution to the wind, ready to take on the trip with a good attitude and a zero balanced credit card … Continue reading Rainy Day Boredom