By Jan from Woodgate

They arrived Friday, midday or so, and not a minute too soon. My besties were HERE!  Big fat much needed hugs and kisses from these oh-so-dear women who have been such a huge part of my life for over 40 years. Love their faces.

Keep in mind we were but mere middle school meanies back then but had older siblings who knew each other already…the road was paved. Carol and Holly. Holly and Carol. And Jan. Continue reading →

By Jan from Woodgate

Dear Die-ary: Well, well. What an enlightening visit from my new nurse Danielle. Love, love, love her.

Turns out I’m not a junkie if I take some meds, which I haven’t been doing at all because my entire life I’ve made incredible fun of pill-takers. So how do ya feel about liquids? Way better say I.

Anyway I feel I’m going to be much more comfortable now and my days will be more productive. The life of a slouch does not suit me well, but moderation clearly will be the key to a happy ending. Continue reading →

By Jan from Woodgate

And the news cometh. The doctor news, that is. In the hallway of the Emergency Room. On a Sunday night.

Take my advice folks, stay away from those places on weekends ‘cuz you will be in Bed H3, which is definitely the hallway because all of the private rooms are occupied and the staff is very, very busy.

So that was when my sinus infection was diagnosed as something much, much more serious.   Continue reading →

So the end of 2014 has been quite the nightmare for yours truly. Not that I’m bragging, but I have managed to elude sickness for most of my fifty-five years on this earth.

No flu, no flu shots, no colds, no nuttin. Just wake up every day happy, healthy and full of energy (except for “my condition” which involves a blood pressure pill, but that hardly counts in my book.) Continue reading →

There are times in one’s life when we tend to “lose our happy,” and steps need to be taken immediately to rectify the situation.

For instance, the weather here in the north country no longer makes me smile. The older me totally dislikes the cold dark months—there are just so darn many of them.

Once again we are entertaining thoughts of a southern move…for real this time. Continue reading →

We all harbor special memories from our childhood; some are fuzzy and distant while others remain as crystal clear as a fine summer day.

Here’s one of mine.

I’m a pre-teen and unfortunately way smaller than I had planned on being at that age.

I clearly remember hate, hate, hating my round-toed Easter patent leather shoes while their’s (my sisters’) were all cool and pointy.   Continue reading →