November 20, 2003 Dear Bubba, It’s been a while since I wrote you last, being busy and all. Poor ol’ Ima Jean is preparing for her wedding day. I’m so happy, Bubba! She chose me of all people in this world to be her maid of honor…well, at my age, maybe I’m her matron of honor… or crone of honor…hell, I don’t know. But she asked me to stand up with her on the wedding day so I’m going to do it. Now, there was talk about her wearing a tiara, but don’t you think that will look kinda…wel...
My Next Top 10 List of Fat Men 1. Ben Franklin, author of Poor Richard’s Almanac 2. Jackie Gleason who said, “Pow! To the Moon…” 3. Barry White, the Deep Voice, “Baby!” 4. My 2nd Husband, the redheaded, redneck stranger I loved for a year and a half. 5. Meatloaf, who sang “Paradise by the Dashboard Lights” 6. Winston Churchill, British Prime Minister who fought the “Black Dog.” 7. Teddy Roosevelt, the American President who was a “force of nature” according to his wife. 8. Marlon Bran...
December 6, 2003 City of Richmond Courts J & D Operates in1960 Mode It’s shameful! Nowhere have I seen the “good ole boy” system functioning so well…oh, yes! It’s alive and well in the City of Richmond J & D Courts. As the Court sees it, I am not worthy of the same protection under law as my husband. Yesterday, for the second time, I was not granted a permanent protective order. If I am in fear for my life as the law requires a petitioner to be, why would legal long-term p...
Christmas Eve in Pulaski, Virginia I’ve been here in Dublin, Virginia, since Monday (12/22/03). My friends there worry I will be sad or grieve for love lost, but hell, it was lost five years ago…I just didn’t know it. As for sadness, it’s not here at all. The sadness I’ve experienced was during the time he and I were together. Now it’s gone replaced with the peace of knowing I’m fine, really content with the unknown tomorrows I meet every day of my life. I awake to a new morning, feeling...
In my old age, I find myself “appreciated,” I think, by a younger man. It’s nothing of any consequence, but I’m flattered and a bit confused in my aged brain. A month or more ago, he called me gorgeous. Yes, he said gorgeous…to me, the old gal with the white hair and a few years on her frame. I thought it was just a display of kindness to “a woman of a certain age.” Is this guy a jerk? But again, I don’t know… I don’t know anything and this kind of stuff is so foreign to me now. But ther...
Nov. 30,2003 Sitting on the living room sofa, the hint of a sweet odor filled the air. There she was again, the invisible entity who woke me from troubled sleep, who made herself known when I felt sad, who seemed to be close to me when times were difficult, strange or confusing. She…and I know my entity is she, was with me in the early days of courtship with my beloved CC. It was early spring, too cool yet to open the windows and I was asleep. Not just asleep, I was dead to the world. ...