Most mornings in the Third Act start the same way. Coffee in my hand, the lake in front of me, and a dog beside me who has very strong opinions about how the rest of us should be running this household. The lake is usually still enough to see my reflection. Which is why coffee … Continue reading So… this is my Third Act
The town where our city house sits is… small. Not one-red-light small… But everybody-knows-your-business-if-you-leave-the-trash-can-out-too-long small. Most people wouldn’t call it a city house. It’s a quiet little town.A sleepy town.A town where sirens are the exception…not the rule. On warm summer nights,you can hear the crickets. When I say it’s quiet here—can you picture it? … Continue reading There’s Quiet… and Then There’s Lake Quiet
I beat cancer.Nobody warned me my hair would come back for revenge. When you’re a cancer patient on chemo(also known as: medically sanctioned poisoning),the doctor will tell you whether your particular poisonis the hair-killing kind. What they don’t tell you…is that your hair will remember. And it will extract its vengeance. Some people shave their … Continue reading I Rang the Bell. My Hair Revolted.
🐕A Sassy Says Post I have concerns. Serious concerns. Let me explain. Do we live in the city house? Do we live at the lake? Because apparently.. we live in two houses now. There are three people in this household. Three. And somehow, still nobody asked me. I have thoughts. Important and strategic thoughts. No … Continue reading Still Nobody Asked Me
Third Act With Pattie 