Author Archives: robin swetz

Today, I decided to relieve one of my front lawn gnomes of his duty of holding a front pathway light. Because his arms are molded to his sides, I provided him support with this job by using a black hair … Continue reading →

My son got me a spider plant, a cactus, and another plant for Mother’s Day. Ironically, he got me things I need to take care of on the day that recognizes all the caretaking that mothers do. I must admit, … Continue reading →

Well, my tape dispenser at work is finally empty, so I’m ready to refill it. I was so excited about how many replacement rolls of tape that were in the supply closet. I’ve been requesting a few boxes of small … Continue reading →

A mangled pile of nylon and metal. Alternating blocks of bright purple and white show just how joyful you once were. Now here you are, dead on the side of the road. Abandoned by your owner when you could help … Continue reading →

I recently got a book about Stephen Hawking to learn more about him and his life. And, I did learn more about him. But, in doing so, I was left with more questions about a few other people’s lives. You … Continue reading →

As I wait behind a woman in the long black petticoat, pulled tight at the waist, I cannot help but hear her conversation, or more like her announcement. “I need to be able to squeeze a wedding dress in here … Continue reading →

As I peruse my e-mail, a heavy feeling starts to come over me. I can see an over-arching theme emerging from all the individual messages. E-mails for a reverse mortgage, silver singles, life insurance without a physical, an oxygen system … Continue reading →

I met a woman today who irons her scarves. She was happy she got a new iron recently as well. Wrinkled garments in my home are relegated to a body for wearing on most occasions, and into the dryer for … Continue reading →

At the end of October, I received a mailing from Staples. It was four “rewards”, $5 each , distributed one a week through November. I read the details. No purchase necessary. So, this is like five dollars cash, four times … Continue reading →

I have a clock from my father’s room. I keep it on my kitchen counter. As my 14 year old eats breakfast, the sound of his spoon hitting the cereal bowl and the football game he is watching on his … Continue reading →