At some point even the most wonderful convenience can become more of a hindrance than a help. Mr. Wonderful has had a loathe/hate relationship with his cell phone for some time now. The phone was scratched, hard to dial, harder to hear, and just generally irritated him to no end.

Life is not the way it’s supposed to be, it’s the way it is. The way we cope with it is what makes the difference. — Virginia Satir There’s a joke going around the Internet that in a year with record recession and pure financial devastation for too many (one is too many), in a [...]

Life is not the way it’s supposed to be, it’s the way it is. The way we cope with it is what makes the difference. – Virginia Satir There’s a joke going around the Internet that in a year with record recession and pure financial devastation for too many (one is too many), in a [...]

Life is not the way it’s supposed to be, it’s the way it is. The way we cope with it is what makes the difference. – Virginia Satir There’s a joke going around the Internet that in a year with record recession and pure financial devastation for too many (one is too many), in a [...]

I don’t want to panic anyone but we are almost out of summer. Soon some perky television meteorologist will inform us with malicious glee that the end has come.

The devil is in my house. It came in through a window, like most burglars do, gaining entry to our inner sanctum and stealing my pride without my knowledge or consent.

I live in a creaky old house, sans air conditioning, and am sometimes visited by bats. Better yet, I often choose of my own free will to go camping in an actual tent that involves sleeping ON THE GROUND. Yet, put a hotel room passkey in my hand and suddenly, I’m Princess and the Pea.

My nemesis is small but stealthy. It lurks under the model of health but, in fact, it’s a silent slayer of innocent flesh. I am speaking, of course, of the mandolin slicer.

I was not, as a child, what you would have called a “team player.” Joining things just wasn’t my forte. I did not play softball, volleyball, basketball or field hockey. Imagine my surprise to wake up and find myself a bona fide soccer mom.

Yesterday I got bangs. As any woman knows, this is clearly a cry for help. Unfortunately I was seized by momentary insanity and my best friend (the one who always tells me the truth) wasn’t there to body block the beautician on the basis of this being A Very Bad Idea (capitalized, as all truly [...]