by Sandy Lingo | Jul 30, 2017 |
Teaching years are like dog years. I taught for 196 years.Conversely, retirement years speed by like a guppy’s lifespan. I have been retired since Spring 2010, and while it doesn’t feel like yesterday, it doesn’t seem possible that I’ve been going to sleep for nine...
by Sandy Lingo | Jul 9, 2017 |
I don’t get migraines very often anymore, now that my ovaries are the size of Tic Tacs. But sometimes, a confluence of circumstances—my husband, heat, bright light, my husband, stress, lack of sleep, my husband—will bring on the spots before my eyes that signal an...
by Sandy Lingo | Jun 12, 2017 |
When I was a teen in the 60s, these were “things”: madras purses too small for two Kleenexes; Izod crocodiles on breast pockets; fluorescent-haired troll dolls; hip hugger jeans, white gym shoes with tan-colored stockings (held by thigh-grinding garter belts);...
by Sandy Lingo | Jun 5, 2017 |
Me sporting what my husband calls a “no pest strip. “Hark, how hard he fetches breath.” ―William Shakespeare There are a couple reasons I keep my husband. First among them is that he keeps the secret of my snoring. When we’re in a plane, in a movie theater, or...
by Sandy Lingo | May 10, 2017 |
We are home from the doctor’s appointment, so now it is Mom’s bedtime. If it’s not mealtime or bathroom time or appointment time, it is bedtime. I help her change into her comfy pajamas, ones that are soft and stretchy, but not so slippery that she’ll slide out of...
