Author: Jane Carroll

Fifty Shades of Gray Roots

Fifty Shades of Gray Roots Hello…my name is Jane…I’m fifty-eight years old…and…I have…gray hair…I haven’t always been this way…in fact…it was about thirty years ago…that…I noticed the first silvery intruder in my light brown locks… I’d like to say that I am one of those women…who decided to age gracefully…to be exactly the way the good Lord made me…but that ain’t exactly so… I’m scrappy…I put up a fight… Now I know…I should never have plucked it…I’d always heard that they come back in multiples…but…it was so tempting…shining…all by itself in the midst of a sea of brown…I couldn’t...

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Let My Puppies Go

Let My Puppies Go Most of us were at least in diapers in the 60’s when women in great numbers started to roar.  The night skies were alight with bonfires burning…what else—their bras? But not me.  I had waited way too long to sprout enough to need a bra—how could I give it up  without a fight?  So I kept my medieval torture chamber with straps, wearing it proudly as a badge of honor for that rite of passage. Motherhood brought on a whole new bra phase—the nursing bra became my constant companion.  Never leave home, go to bed or...

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Hold the Phone

Hold the Phone It was a sad day…my cordless phone died…it had lived a good life…facilitated some good conversations…never spread gossip…only got lost a few times…which…I must say…is better than me…but…I digress. So…the phone died…and…I did what I had to do…no…I didn’t Google…I know…I Google everything…but…for this…Google couldn’t help me…now that doesn’t mean that I didn’t do my research…I did…it was just hands on. I went to the local store…and…checked out all of the available models…now…most people shopping for phones…are checking out the features…which one makes coffee…which one fetches the newspaper…then…they look for how many drone phones it has…that...

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Janerella…

Once upon a time…in the faraway land of 1989…I owned a green silk dress…now…it wasn’t just any green silk dress…it was a magic green silk dress…the one that fit like a glove…the one with one big black button showing at the neckline…and a black patent belt at the waist…the one with a flowing skirt…the one that made me feel like a princess… I knew it was magic when I saw it…it was perfect…I’d wear it to… Okay…now…don’t get all in a flutter…there wasn’t a ball…this isn’t that kind of fairy tale…I was going to a nearby city…for a pap...

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If You Give a Computer a Cookie

Evidently…some things are unforgivable…or maybe it’s unforgettable…I’m not certain…all I know is it appears I will forever live with the consequences of…a moment’s poor judgment…AKA…The Cowsills…Hair…set as my jango.com default radio station… I’m not sure what I was thinking…it’s been a couple of years since I found jango…just playing around…creating Hair…as my first station… Turning on my work computer every morning to the sound of…She asked me why…I’m just a hairy guy…got old pretty quickly… Now that I think about it…I didn’t love it that much when it was released in the sixties…either…geez… Not a problem…I’d delete the station…there’s...

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Falling Leaves

Get over who you were and be who you are   ~ Bertha Yesterday…I noticed a solitary leaf clinging to an otherwise naked tree…not really an earth shattering event…and most likely not unique…mostly likely being duplicated on thousands of other trees…along thousands of other roads… I’m not sure why it caught my attention…but…once it was in my awareness…Bertha grabbed hold of it…as quickly…and firmly…as a child snatching a sucker in a candy store… There was a correlation to my life…duh…there’s always a correlation to my life… She pointed out…again…we’ve had this discussion before…that the leaf represented fear of letting go…it...

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