Count your blessings in disguise
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...
Life Out Loud: Make time for fun in last days of summer
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.
Life Out Loud: It came in through the window
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.
Life Out Loud: Ah, be it ever so humble…
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.
Life Out Loud: The first cut is the deepest
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.
Life Out Loud: Learning to be a team player
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.
Living the big bang theory
Yesterday I got bangs. As any woman knows, this is clearly a cry for help. Unfortunately I was seized by momentary insanity and my...
Greetings from nowhere
I’m not from around here.That’s probably why I got a chuckle when our local village’s Facebook status (yes, we are THAT hip) read “If...
Life Out Loud: Mean Moms of America, Unite!
I would like to call to order this meeting of the fellow Mean Mothers of America (MMoA). Our first order of business will be to erect a statue (chocolate, of course) to Mark Zuckerberg, Founder of the social networking site, Facebook.
Always growing like weeds
So I just spent maybe eight minutes weeding an area outside my front door and I deeply resent that time as eight minutes of...
