Judy Bluhm is a writer and a local Realtor. Have a story or a comment? Email Judy at email@example.com.
There’s a mouse in the house! Yes, that’s right. Running down my hallway, scampering through the kitchen, with long squiggly tail, furry little body, big ears, beady eyes and razor-sharp teeth, this beast has unleashed all manner of rodent terror. “Home sweet home” has become a battle of the wits, a place to fear (what if the mouse got in my bed)!
I don’t want to grow old. OK, so I know the alternative is not exactly a pleasant thought. And my minister says that, “Old age is a privilege denied to many.” Yes, this is true. It’s just that old age is rough.
It’s a scary world out there. Sometimes, Dear Readers, we just need a friend. A friend who will walk miles through a scorching desert, escape the perils of predators, suffer through the wind, rain and dust of monsoons with no map, GPS or cell phone, just to walk up your driveway, saunter in through your open door and once again, grace your life with a visit.
Hold your horses! Air travel just got a whole lot more fun.
Seventeen days. That is how long an orca whale carried the corpse of her dead calf.
Have you given much thought as to the sex of papayas lately?
Did it rain enough? Probably not.
I am a surfer. Alright, I should clarify: I have surfed. Yes, dear readers, I caught one wave, hung ten and went on the long board.
We were all in that Thai cave. Praying, hoping, waiting that a miracle would happen.
What is your purpose? Perhaps it is the one question that we all seek to answer.