Friday, January 27, 2023

As usual, our family remains committed to causing highly educated and supremely dedicated professionals seriously doubt their career of choice.

Summer is a favorite of so many for one obvious reason: it is the one season when total disintegration of social mores is completely acceptable.

Apparently, my children are attending spy school. That is the only explanation for why I, the consummate prying parent, am so completely in the dark about what it is they DO all day.

I am the mother I warned myself about. In all those blissful early years of having children (babies, really), I had big plans to do very little.

Despite my repeated attempts to make them listen to reason, our otherwise excellent school district suffers one fatal flaw: They think that 10-year-olds belong in middle school.

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.

Every once in a very great while I receive the kind of mail that says something along the lines of "Your family is so...

Victory red, jet black leather interior, spoiler, sunroof and looked almost as sharp as the day it rolled of the showroom floor and into...
pink marshmallow peeps

Easter without Peeps is almost unthinkable. How did they gain such a foothold on things?

It's just an old coffee mug, but for columnist Kym Seabolt, it's a symbol of wedded bliss: slightly worn, slightly comforting, but always present.