Author Archives: hookershorde

‘Twas the night before my first day of school, when all through the horde, all the creatures were stirring, chewing, and digging. Honey, in all her puppy cuteness, decided to dig while I sipped what I thought would be my … Continue reading →

The Newsroom RING TONE calls to me from my phone at 9:30 pm. MOM CELL (because she refuses to give up her landline and only calls me on her cell phone because my 435 area code is long distance) appears … Continue reading →

  MOM (holding Betty White on her lap in the car):  Do you have any idea how old she really is? ME:  Dixie thinks 20. We thought she was 15 when she came to live with me. MOM:  Well, I … Continue reading →

Most often, a MOM-versation makes me laugh — hard and for a really long time. Growing up, when I whined, “That’s not fair,” my dad asked, “Who said life was fair?” Now I believe that life grows increasingly less fair … Continue reading →

Loading four dogs into the Element with mom seemed like a good idea. After all, who wouldn’t want to go for a scenic ride down the canyon to play in her grass-filled backyard? Booker T. Washington Hooker sat on mom’s … Continue reading →

 It is a bad idea to start painting the deck at 1:30 in the afternoon. A better idea would have been to write the graduation card that I couldn’t write because I was too emotional.    Another better idea would … Continue reading →

Watching The Bridges of Madison County, we saw Meryl Streep turn, after saying “goodbye” to the love of her life, walk back into the farmhouse, and brush her skirt beneath her hips. Dwight said, “She did it right. She aged well. Look … Continue reading →