By the time you are reading this, I will have returned from my trip to New York City. I go once a year for a professional conference. As I write this, it’s a couple of days before I leave. But one of my dogs already knows. I have no idea how he knows, but he […]
My husband doesn’t get sick very often. But when he does, it’s usually with something mild—like a cold or a sore throat—and he spends the next 48-72 hours driving me crazy and acting like a whiny baby. Please know that I love my husband. I really do. Because of this–and because we’ve been together, well, […]
I have an excellent memory. Really—in that it’s so good that sometimes it’s almost creepy. Here’s an example for you: I’ll hear a song on the radio or while my husband and I are out. Here’s what comes next, I say something like, “I remember this song! It was out the first year we were […]
My husband and I have two dogs: Riley, the overactive pup, and, Mae. Her name isn’t really Mae, but she prefers to go by a pseudonym. She’s a proper Southern lady, having come to us via Alabama, and she doesn’t want her friends to know if she’s done something wrong. If that happened, there would […]
When I last left you on the edge of your seat, I was about to see Super Dentist to get something done about the lack of a front tooth. Only I could lose a tooth by eating pizza. After my dentist looked at the gaping hole, he had good news and bad news.
Friends have told me for years that they think weird stuff happens to me just so I have material for my column. I usually protest and say, “No. It’s just that I pay more attention to the absurd things in life than you do.” But after this past weekend, I have to wonder if they’re […]
I don’t like to lie. I was raised to tell the truth, even if it was difficult. Like when my Mom’s stained-glass lamp broke. But let’s not talk about that… I take after my Mom in that there is no “bull” with me; if you ask my opinion, I’ll give you an honest one. Sure, […]
We all have various roles in life. For me, I’m a wife, friend, relative, writer, helper…the list could go on and on. I’m also a member of the Grammar Police. I can’t help it. Working as a writer has made me see grammar errors as glaring mistakes in the history of humankind. Or at least […]