Barbara J. Hamby

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Aloha Day is Coming

Tomorrow will be our last full day on Maui. Floyd plans to drive to Poli Poli Park to watch paragliders early in the morning. I may or may not go along, depending on how I feel. My stomach pulled a number at lunchtime today, so my lunch is still sitting in a “doggy” box in the refrigerator. We had… click here to continue



Still Having Fun

Yesterday we went to the Friday Aloha coffee klatch at Island Sands, where we are staying. The round table we joined had a lively group chattering and arguing. We pretty much gave up on joining the conversation unless someone asked us a question. Two gals who formerly lived in Kansas City had widely differing opinions about it. One, who… click here to continue



Another Day in Paradise

This is our seventh day on Maui and the only fly in our ointment is concern for my sister and brother-in-law and their friends and relatives in Southern California. We are fortunate to be able to receive email reports from her because they still have power. The smoke and ash are very bad in Oceanside, where they live, but… click here to continue



Greetings from Maui

To my delight, I discovered among the many amenities in our condo apartment, a high-speed modem hookup (for a fee, of course), so I signed up for the day today and will decide later whether to go one day at a time or take a whole week. The week option might not be practical when we will be sightseeing some… click here to continue



Crunch Time

It’s crunch time. No matter how organized I think I am and how soon I start to get ready for a vacation trip, there are always scads of last minute things to put me under pressure. Today I called to get the newspaper stopped. I also ordered a prescription I’ll need to pick up tomorrow so I won’t run… click here to continue



The Mystery of Sleep

For the first forty or fifty years of my adult life, and even back into my teens, it seemed as if I never had enough hours in a day to get a decent amount of sleep. In college, I bragged that I could sleep standing up on a bus and I remember doing that. It seemed as if getting… click here to continue



Time Capsule Visits

Writing memoir stories is like visiting a time capsule periodically. Since I’m not writing chronologically, or even logically, and I don’t plan to arrange the stories in order, I’m randomly jumping in and out of decades. Those experiences can be jarring at times. There is, however, freedom to pick and choose what stories to tell and how much to… click here to continue



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