Murdo Girl…It was me

I love this post by the little girl who grew up in the same town I did, but who was a few (ahem) years behind me. At least the brother mentioned was three years older than me. That redeems the family a bit. I identify so much with this blame issue. For me, it is Yolanda, my housekeeper, whom I blame…but in fact she’s always the one who finds the article I lost.

Murdo Girl

A while back, (before GPS), my brother, Billy and I met in Denver, where I was going to run in the Boulder Bolder. I flew in from Texas and he flew in from California. After we both arrived, we rented a car and off we went to make our way to my mother-in-law’s home in Loveland, where we were staying. We might have gone by way of the race track. I don’t remember. Anyway, I was the driver and Billy was the map reader.


About thirty minutes into our drive, we realized we were lost. Billy suggested we pull over and figure out where we went wrong. I thought that meant we would take a look at the map and together determine the best way to get where we were going.


I forgot my brother is just like most guys I know. He spent the next several minutes trying to figure…

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My blog, which started out to be about overcoming grief, quickly grew into a blog about celebrating life. I post daily: poems, photographs, essays or stories. I've lived in countries all around the globe but have finally come to rest in Mexico, where I've lived since 2001. My books may be found on Amazon in Kindle and print format, my art in local Ajijic galleries. Hope to see you at my blog.

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