Do you hear what I hear?
When I was a kid music class consisted of a set of finger cymbals and a teacher who was valiant in her efforts to...
Most times grandma’s ways work just fine
Let me state for the record that I am firmly against food poisoning. I am definitely not a fan. Having had it once, I...
A Black Friday mouse tale
"I asked for riot shields, but they wouldn't give me one, so it's not going to be that bad I don't think."-- Target employeeI...
Weight a minute: Feeling fit
Clearly, there is something wrong with my diet. Namely, that I am not on one. Other people seem to be doing all kinds of...
The gifter who keeps on giving bad gifts
Mr. Wonderful has taken to hitting me to get his point across. OK, technically it's more of a playful tap on the shoulder to...
Toting the line on clutter control
Call them bins, boxes, or totes but those plastic coffins designed to "out of sight / out of mind" our unused personal possessions are...
The plague and I
I think it's safe to confess that I have been a carrier of the plague. Apparently, I had pinkeye.Every single last one of my...
Crafting memories
I grew up with a mother who wasn’t terribly crafty, but come Halloween would dutifully create my Halloween costume with her own two hands....
Clearing my almost good name
Since they were old enough to be even dimly aware that their lives were published, my children have understood that a fair amount of...
Potluck at your own peril
I give the worst parties. Seriously. I have no idea why people keep coming to my house. I tend to issue invitations that request...
