Tag Archives: New Year

human frailty, mendacity, and George Santos – plus pink boxing gloves

Posted on December 28, 2022 by Sheila Morris

“We all want life to be simple and our relationships to be enchanted, and then along comes human frailty. Before we know it, all will be lost,” said postmistress Dorcas Lane to Minnie her maid in one of my favorite … Continue reading →

Posted in family life, Lesbian Literary, Life, Personal, politics, racism, Random, Reflections, Slice of Life, The Way Life Is, The Way Life Should Be | Tagged , , , , , , , | 14 Comments

the final new year

Posted on January 3, 2021 by Sheila Morris

  She sat in her large recliner covered with worn blankets for extra warmth.  She was shrunken with age and her spine was so curved by scoliosis she slumped down into the bowels of the chair. It seemed to swallow … Continue reading →

Posted in family life, Lesbian Literary, Life, Personal, politics, Reflections, Slice of Life, The Way Life Is, The Way Life Should Be | Tagged , , , , , , , , | 8 Comments

pretty in fine form for new year’s day

Posted on January 1, 2020 by Sheila Morris

‘Twas the week after Christmas, and all through the house two creatures are stirring, and neither’s a mouse. Only Spike and I are up so far, and in all fairness we’re probably not even stirring – more staring than stirring. … Continue reading →

Posted in Humor, Lesbian Literary, Life, Personal, photography, politics, racism, Random, Reflections, Slice of Life, sports, The Way Life Is | Tagged , , , , | 14 Comments

What’s Done is Done

Posted on December 14, 2014 by Sheila Morris

In a few days the year 2014 will be in the history books, and the glass will be half empty or half full depending on which glass you pick up for 2015.  So many glasses to choose from in a … Continue reading →

Posted in Humor, Lesbian Literary, Life, Personal, Random, Reflections, Slice of Life, sports, The Way Life Is | Tagged | 11 Comments