“I’m Sally O’Malley…”

While I’ll never be as flexible as Sally O’Malley at 50 years old, I do feel as if I’ve accomplished a few, little things in just over the past couple of years alone. It’s weird to start a writing career while edging so close to 50. I keep going over the “if only’s” again and … Continue reading →

The Curse of Being Broke

There’s a curse that this particular Jennings girl suffers. Because my sisters are wealthy (and I’ll explain what I mean by that in a bit), the curse hasn’t affected them much as of late. People keep vanishing from my life, and it’s not necessarily within my control. Old loves, new friends and acquaintances, that sort … Continue reading →

We Knew What We Didn’t Want To Know

The dorm room was smothering in the Georgia heat. It was about the size of the average truck trailer and undoubtedly just as hot. Outdated wooden furniture. Twin beds on each side. Just enough room to sit or lie there and cook. A fan would do nothing but blow hot, muggy air around, but at … Continue reading →

Throwbackish Thursday

This past weekend was the anniversary of my mother’s death, and  my father, two sisters, and I gathered at my youngest sister’s house to continue a project my mother had started before she died. My mom had wanted to create digital photo albums for each of us since, obviously, many of the photos (and film … Continue reading →

Those Crazy Mamas Online

So there’s this silent war right now. I say it’s “silent” simply because it’s personal, and the warring factions don’t want the other to know it’s happening because, again, it’s personal, and feelings would be torn, and other factions would be involved and hurt, and it’s complicated; I can’t have it. I love them all. … Continue reading →

On Christmas 2015…

First things first: My two year-old nephew’s Christmas present to me was awesome, the best gift a child could ever possibly give to a childless adult with a demented sense of humor. When I first arrived at my (little) sister’s house in New Hampshire, my sister warned me not to go into giggly hysterics if … Continue reading →

Obsessing Over Obsession

At some point during my teenage years, sometime during the late 1980’s, my mom had an inexplicable thing for Calvin Klein’s Obsession parfum. Not the watered down eau de parfum that anyone can get these days, but the oily, “pure” stuff that came in a tiny, squat bottle. She’d tell us girls if we were to try … Continue reading →

The Colonel Attends Midnight Mass

(St. Andrew’s, Isleham, Cambridgeshire)  We were sisters, for certain, in our cynicism. The Colonel had taught us at the age of three That G-O-D was, quite frankly, A Metaphysical Singularity; That angels were airy falsities Invented by dreamers, Rejected by the Scientific Community; That flying buttresses would never really fly Off the sides of cathedrals; … Continue reading →