The art (supplies) of war
Every year it's like I'm engaged in the annual elusive Christmas toy craze except I'm not looking for a Tickle Me Elmo or pocket...
Life Out Loud: A road trip down memory lane
Nothing could dampen our enthusiasm as we kicked off the 11th annual "Cousins and Kids" Summer Road Trip. This annual pilgrimage began many years ago when my cousin and I decided to take ourselves and our respective kids on a little getaway vacation.
Life Out Loud: Please leave a message at the sound of the splash
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.
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...
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...
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.
