Much to my surprise, maybe 6 months ago, I surrendered to the concept of a computer/device calendar. Yes, Google calendar. It has a 31 as it’s icon. And…
Last month, as I searched for a photograph that wasn’t my outdated head shot, I was reminded yet again that I don’t exist. All the pictures in our…
Welcome my husband Mark and his second post. It’s a manly subject this one. I don’t get it… I found myself pondering the meaning of something I saw…
I had another waitressing dream last night. They recur, these nightmare dreams. Since I spent so much of my life waiting tables, I go back to that job.…
When last I spoke of the stove, the story wasn’t going well. Sears had “messed” up. All their kiss butt customer service people couldn’t put it back together…
The second week in July brought the long-awaited Brittish soccer camp. Which was promptly renamed Camp Hurts Alot. A half hour before we were due to be there,…
The Sequel to My Brown Thumb, Woman Vs. Plant was published elsewhere first. And edited for this rebroad. My actual garden remains ignored while I’m tied to a…
We were planning to attend a party on a Saturday afternoon. I remembered from a previous year, and a previous weekend, that my son had been the littlest…
What can you really say to express the wonder and amazement that is a new person. Eight years ago, my friend Terry gave me a little framed saying,…
On the celebratory day of Fiona being 3 months old, it’s time to come on out and tell you that I am less than Super Mommy. I know…