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...
Expectations II
August in Chicago, it is expected to be hot, but since most of the summer has been so mild, I...
Accountability
As someone who lives in an old house without central air conditioning, it’s been a good summer. I have portable...
Memories
So many sights, sounds, tastes, and touches evoke memories for me. Looking at images of my beautiful children, hearing cars...
Egg Shells
Occupation: Manager Whenever I fill out any number of documents that ask for personal information, that is how I list...
Pits and Pubes
There is a woman that I have been friends with since high school. Like myself, she is of Polish descent,...
Your Cute Friend
One of life’s moments of pure joy, is biting into an apple cider donut from the farmer’s market. I love...
5 Words
I recently visited the home of my former Life Coach, which is someone who counsels and encourages clients through personal...
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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