Mr. T | the bluest muse, Page 7

A grateful heart: A marriage full of playfulness and joy

In lieu of a sweater picture. “Good night, sweater.” Snerk. “Good night, sweater?” I’d said “Good night, sweetheart,” intending to kiss a …

Cheeks puffed out, lips pursed, I grumped at Mr. T. (Yes, “grumped” is a verb in our house.) “One too many biscuits,” …

I stared at the onion rings as I said it. “Now, don’t read into this,” I began. We’d just gone flying, me …

Learning how to fly requires a keen understanding of weather and VFR conditions. I learned as much on the way home from …

It’s already started. The pumpkin recipes on Pinterest. The Halloween candy at the grocery store. The first inklings of change in my …

Huge thanks to my husband T and flight instructor, Stan, for spending so much time over the last couple months preparing me …

Flying solo for the first time at Yolo County Airport in a Cessna 172. I still can’t decide which experience was stranger–flying …

“I want a cheeseburger!” I made the declaration last week, at approximately 11 p.m. while draped on Mr. T’s shoulder watching So …

Can you spot the edibles? Hidden in the landscaping are basil, cilantro, oregano, watermelon, squash and tomato plants. What do veggie gardens …

Me flying past the Golden Gate Bridge! “CLEAR PROP!” Did I really just say that? *** I’d prepared for a romantic date. …