A Bit of Flash Fiction
No one sees ghosts at a funeral.
Lolly
One Wonderful Year of Being Lolly
I’ve been a Lolly for a year. A year? Who can believe this? Not this Lolly or her associated Pop. A year? It can’t be. Time flows faster the older I get. Yes, I said it. It’s the closest you’ll get to a public admission that I might be getting older. Not old, Darrin. Older. …
Lolly’s Newest Joy
I love being a Lolly. So much so that I’ve put a friend of mine to work making all sorts of cute “grandma” stuff. Things like this sign: And these shirts (Pop and I both have them): And the best thing about being a Lolly is I only get to be MORE of one. Well, …
Adventures in Babysitting
For those of you who found your way here thanks to my First Time Lolly hashtag on Instagram, welcome. This is the sort of post you were hoping to see since it details my recent adventures in babysitting. Mostly, it’s just a forum for the proud #firsttimelolly to show off a dozen pictures of the …
In Honor of Another Anniversary
In 1983, my husband and I were in newspaper class together. It was a riot. We became friends and went on a few dates. Now it’s time for another anniversary. Fast forward to 1988. It was a rainy Friday. We got married in a small ceremony, headed to his parents’ house for a “small” reception …