Wednesday, November 25, 2015
chopping carrots

Recently, I have become a completely split personality when it comes to cooking.

No matter how much you love each other, I think that too much togetherness after 20 years together may be more than is strictly needed. I say this with love, but I need to miss a person.

I easily snap 3,000 photos every month. It's probably closer to 10,000, but I edged the number down so as not to appear entirely crazy.

We have one favorite lake — most boat people do — and here we would spend some of the best days of summer. I found that on the boat I didn’t worry.

I am rarely at a loss for words. In fact I tend to think — and write — in 800 word increments. But there are times when there simply are no words.

I only clean for new people. In fact, if I clean for you, we probably aren’t that close — yet.

Columnist Kym Seabolt has finally discovered that hair, while fun to have and play with, does not define her.

I am not a trophy mom. I mean I think I'm a catch, but I'm not "into" trophies.

I tend to jump on bandwagons — right about the time everyone else has jumped off, and the bandwagon’s been put up on jacks. This is why I am just now coming around to the life-changing magic of tidying up.

Now, as near as I can tell, "talking to" has replaced "dating."