by Cathy Perkins February 8th, 2012 “Nice guy, not my type.”
That was my initial reaction when friends asked Chuck to be the fourth for racquetball. We played a few sets, ate pizza, drank beer, and had a good time, but I’d just gotten out of one relationship. The last thing I wanted was to jump into another one.
A line from a song should’ve run through my head: If you want to hear God laugh, tell him your plans. Read the rest of this entry »
by Cathy Perkins January 26th, 2012 We bought land in the mountains last spring, a Shangri-La escape from hectic day jobs. The critters outnumber the people, so when we kick back at the end of the day with a glass of wine, we watch the wild kingdom. Wood ducks, geese and the occasional heron hang out in the spring-fed pond. Owls haunt the trees at the edge of the woods. There’s even a bald eagle – how cool is that? They’re huge and have the haughty, I rule supreme around here attitude.
by Cathy Perkins December 26th, 2011 Merry Post Christmas!
Another Christmas over: Church services, presents, family visits. Done. But before you head out to the mall to begin the Great Exchange, go ahead and admit it. There’s something you wanted for Christmas – and you didn’t get it.
Lean in close and whisper your secret desire.
I’ll go first. I wanted a tractor. Not a toy, the real deal. The kind that until this past year I figured existed only in Kenny Chesney songs (She Thinks My Tractor’s Sexy) and square states in the middle of the country.
