My kids start school in the dark at 7:50 a.m. They ride the bus to school for about an hour. They arrive home at 4 p.m., or, if they have after-school activities, 6 p.m. They eat dinner. They h...
All Wrapped Up in Packaging Well, the holidays have come and gone and most of us have recovered from our injuries. My daughter was able to finally free her curling iron from the plastic case. We don’t think she’ll need stitc...
Why Can’t a Man Be More Like a
Woman? In the New Year, let’s all have a new attitude – a cool new way of talking about women. Let’s make it just like the way we talk about men, all the time and always have. I’m not being CRANKY . I’m...
Re-Gifting Although I first felt guilty, it ended up being fun. My eldest son longs for my Kindle, which is a software and hardware platform used to read e-books and other digital media. When a lucky bit of ...
No, Thanks There is so much NOT to give thanks for. Last year, my health plummeted – thanks to the ramifications of a long-ago accident – and so did my finances, thanks to the diligent work of a fake “inve...
Friends are sending in their opinions and they’re all superlative. People believe that, for an author, the huge thrill comes when one sees the sight of one’s book on the shelves - right there wi...
I'd love to say that eleven days of rain in a house half the size of the one we live in -- in Wisconsin -- has drawn us closer as a family, led to more memories and laughter, renewed our appreciat...
In a 2008 issue called 'Gone Too Soon,' PEOPLE magazine's editor admitted that when Elvis died in 1977, PEOPLE, then a new magazine, feared that featuring the passing of the acknowledged scion of m...
I hate my feet and everyone else’s feet and nothing is going to change that. With the exception of beautiful baby piggy toes that smell like salty little flowers, I hate all feet and don’t even ge...