run on sentences

My sister Barbara Jean recently learned how to do text messaging. I receive several from her each day. I also talk to her at least twice a day. She always sends me a "good night, i luv u" message. B. Jean, as I call her, lives about 1200 miles away in the Upper Peninsula of Michigan where we grew up. She is 5 years older than me and we are very close. I cannot imagine my life without her. She cannot comprehend families who don't talk to or seem to care about each other. A few weeks ago when I spoke to her, she related a conversation she had with her dying neighbor's sister. The sister commented "maybe it would be better if she would just die while we are here". Then she went on to discuss her own aches and pains and how she needed to get back home and it would be better to not have to come back for a funeral. Barb wondered how this woman could talk about her own sister this way. I could tell that she was still puzzling over this when I received a text messag

1. Can anyone really live each day as if it were their last? We all know there is a truck heading our way and it will hit us someday. But most of us don't see it coming yet. 2. Can one ever really regain trust in someone who has told a lie? Or more than one lie? Or will the lie live between them forever? 3. Do things really work out for the best or are humans just adaptable so we can survive? 4. Can we ever be happy with what we have? 5. What would happen if I really forwarded those chain emails to 24 of my closest friends? Would I really get good luck at 6pm? And because I don't forward them, will I have very bad luck someday?

“Will you still love me if I get an apron”? This was a question I called my daughter to ask one night at 11pm. For some reason, it became an important topic that night as I was watching reruns of SVU. I was pretty sure I knew the answer. After laughing at my question, she said, “Mom you won’t get an apron"! She is always good at reassuring me, just like I did when she and her brothers were little and worried about something. Getting an apron is high on my list of feared things as I get older, second only to getting a “helmet haircut”. I keep my hair long because helmet hair is usually a term used for a short hair cut. I keep running and eat pretty well in hopes of avoiding the apron. Once in a while I do yoga. What is this apron? There is a medical term for it: a pannis. I don't know where it came from. It probably is a Latin term for "overhang". As a young student nurse, I vividly remembered the apron areas on older ladies. This was the area where their extra abdomi

Yes, I know that this title has already been taken by someone else - Ellen Gilcrist I believe. I love her books where one of her main characters usually is a rich, spoiled girl named Rhoda. Anyway, I have these weird dreams, some of which are reoccurring and some that are just too strange to be experienced more than once. The most common reoccurring dream is about dirty bathrooms (one of my unwritten books will be titled "Dirty Bathroom Dreams" which sounds like a racy novel but won't be). I dream that I am constantly scrubbing a bathroom around the area where the toilet is attached to the floor. No matter how I scrub I cannot get it clean and I must hurry because some guests need to use the toilet. My sister B Jean, has a similar dream. She dreams that she is trying to use a toilet that is full and she can't flush it. Why do we dream this? Part of it for me, I think, is stress. I dream this when I am worried, upset, or have a lot to do. I think it is because, as a ki