A couple of days ago was my 57th birthday.

I know what you’re thinking, “I wonder what I’m going to have for dinner tonight?” And also, “I am out of my wine? Should I swing by a liquor store now or wait until I’m closer to home?”

Despite my advanced age, I cannot really help you with these silly questions. …


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I love my husband, and more importantly, I really like him. And my dad, well, … he has always been a father figure to me. As a tom-boy growing up, I felt most comfortable being around boys.

But it is women who shaped me, and with whom I have the best friendships, and who are my unwavering cheerleaders and supporters.

Women dig women. We understand each other. And even though we are sometimes prone to judging (we’re really good at it, after all), we absolutely get that women have to do what they have to do with what they have…


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There’s a joke Jim Gaffigan told, years ago:

“Have you ever read a book that changed your life?

Yeah, me neither.”

Ha ha ha. That’s a good one. I laughed along with the crowd on the TV, but then I thought about this a bit more. I have read thousands of books in my life, so far. And honestly, a few books have changed my life. Perhaps they didn’t change my life immediately, drastically or overnight, but they have definitely altered how I think.

The first book I remember challenging my world view was To Kill a Mockingbird by Harper…


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I have been watching The Irregulars, on Netflix.

To anyone who’s ever read a blog of mine, knows I love Sherlock Holmes. No, I do not think he was the epitome of toxic masculinity. Yes, I do think he was on the autism spectrum, and probably also had ADD or ADHD (attention deficit disorder or attention deficit hyperactivity disorder). Not that I have obsessed over this fictional character to the point of overanalyzing and pontificating about his nature. I have watched many many many movies and TV shows — some very old and some brand new — all about The…


My parents on my father’s 88th birthday.

Today is my father’s 88th birthday, and we were able to celebrate this birthday with him — together, in my parent’s house.

My parents are both fully vaccinated, and it has been more than two weeks since their last shot. My husband, Jeff, is also vaccinated fully, while I and the kids have had our first shots. But we also went through actually having COVID last fall — fully symptomatic and fully recovered from the virus, and I have read articles from several sources stating that people who survived COVID and got their first round of shots are pretty much…


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I woke up in a foul mood today.

Every once in a while, I do not wake up optimistic mood. Or even in a level mood. I wake meaner than a junkyard dog, lower than the belly of a rattlesnake in a wagon rut. It’s not a good look on me. It’s not a good look on anyone.

As of late, I find that I usually have to work on my moods, especially in the mornings. And I usually talk myself down from that mean edge. To do so, I go through at least three gratitudes — consciously naming three…


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I fell behind on my writing of ideas for blog list and now I sort of feel like biting my elbows in frustration. Of course, it is impossible to bite one own’s elbows, and everyone else doesn’t like their elbows bitten (licked, sure, but not bitten). These feelings are not new. But, the fact that these feelings of frustration are not new, doesn’t make them less unsatisfying and annoying.

Yes. I have a writer’s notebook where I (used) to write at least 10 ideas for blogs, every day. If I couldn’t come up with 10 on any given day, I’d…


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After the blizzard (the 4th largest in Denver’s recorded history) left, I sat down to write my usual blog. It all seems so anticlimactic. Like, I’ve lived through a blizzard and there should be some residual comfort there. There is, sure. I can still look outside and see piles of snow in the back yard, in the front yard and in the street. It’s been one day of pure sunshine, and today started out sunny, as well. However, it got cloudy, and is snowing again, large, sporadic snowflakes that sort of fall around, haphazardly. …


My back yard at 7 p.m.

It’s here! It’s finally here! The blizzard we’ve been promised has arrived. And it announced its presence with a roar, and dumped more than a foot of snow — that’s just near me and my house. I’m sure that some suburbs of Denver got even more.

I trudged through the snow in to the end of our driveway to get to the mailbox and retrieve the mail we forgot about getting yesterday. I paused and took some photos of the street and of our house. The driveway, that Jeff had shoveled and completely cleared off 6 hours ago was now…


Looking out from my garage at the pathetic “blizzard.”

I am not angry. I am just really disappointed.

The much-anticipated weather system got to Colorado. But then, it stopped at a weed dispensary, and is currently in the Taco Bell drive-through, waiting for its order, forgetting what it came here to do.

It’s not that we didn’t get any snow. We did. Just not the blizzard we were promised. It may have passed us by — seems to be going south and then heading out to the great, flat lands of Nebraska and Kansas.

It came late — starting to first rain after noon. Then large, fluffy flakes came…

Elena Tucker

Writer and storyteller, immigrant, wife, mom, knitter, collector of jokes, lover of cheap, sweet wine.

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