5 of a Kind
Nine days ago, while looking for something completely different, I found my dad’s list of winning poker hands. While growing...
Whoa Dough and a Tub of Miso
Shortly before my mother passed, she had noticed that I had a second piercing done on my left earlobe. She...
Vignette
“A small illustration or portrait photograph which fades into its background without a definite border. verb” In the academic school year ‘85-’86 I was...
Recipe
Cooking VS. Baking – When cooking, one can throw in a pinch of this, a dash of that and usually...
16 Inches
In the grand scheme of things, 16 inches is not a lot. It’s the approximate width of the laptop I’m...
The Last Gingko Leaf
I recently visited my “church”, the Morton Arboretum. I’ve been a member for a very long time and most years,...
Lather, Rinse, Repeat
How many times in one’s life, does one repeat one’s self? It is said that the definition of insanity is...
My Lie/My Life
Funny thing, as I was typing the title to this blog, I first wrote My Lie instead of My Life. ...
September Symphony
September 3, 1950 was the faithful day my folks said “I do” and the rest is history. My dad used...
Expectations III
I remember the first time I saw an episode of Leave it to Beaver. My immediate thought was, “No wonder...
About Me
Groovy Gail is a Mid Western woman with a strong desire to write about her experiences and thoughts about relationships and the lies we choose to live with. Her passion for all things Mid Century Modern may have impacted her ideas about what a relationship should be like, but life’s experiences beg to differ.
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