Edith Andersen

Welcome to my blog of ruminations and essays.

At dinner with Tim’s parents in Detroit, I asked his father, Bud, if as a child he’d had a favorite fairy tale. Jack in the Beanstalk, he said without hesitation. More than half a century later, he had no trouble retrieving the answer. The most interesting part is that at another time, his son, that […]

“That girl is Cliff’s mom.” I was picking up my boys from school. The two boys staring at me were seven or eight years old, or about 20 years younger than I. The second boy took issue with his friend’s assessment, “That’s no girl. That’s a woman.” How the second lad determined I belonged in […]

We are all terminal. We just don’t have the exact date on our Google calendar or any other calendar. But eventually, our ship will sail with us on board throwing kisses to loved ones, metaphorically. But one thing has changed, how long it’s taking to unwind the line from the hitch. Learning of a friend’s […]

“How do you feel about white counters?” Tim asks. Although I didn’t share this with my husband, I have no feelings about white counters. No opinion about counters in general.  Feelings are reserved for people, foods, Krombacher dark beer, and a pink morning sky minutes before the sun rises. Wait, there is more.  I also […]

Few years into retirement, Tim and I decided to pack up, sell our home of 35 years, and move out-of-state. People’s reactions varied. The most unexpected response came from our friend, Bob, who said our decision nudged him to act on a dream to buy a yacht and cruise down to the [Florida] Keys and […]

“They came to a good place,” my daughter Gretchen commented observing two vultures on top of my house. I live in a 55+ community, making her comment particularly mean-spirited, appropriate, and humorous. My friend, Becky D., a photographer, contemplated doing a photo book and naming it Roadkill. It was her husband’s idea, and it was […]

What is a good person? The question came up in book club discussing, Where the Crawdads Sing. Seated in camaraderie, 12 women were eager to begin the conversation. So eager in fact, that I turned down the volume on my hearing aids. Admiration for the main character, Kye, with her spunk and survival instincts was […]