When we moved into our current home, my youngest child was 2 years old and the oldest was 12. Along with the furniture, clothes, and toys, we brought along forty boxes of books. And that was what remained after we’d pared down …
Who me? Write a blog? You must be jesting. Watch out for flying pigs and a cold front down below. Because against type, I’m launching a site…and writing a blog.
When we moved into our current home, my youngest child was 2 years old and the oldest was 12. Along with the furniture, clothes, and toys, we brought along forty boxes of books. And that was what remained after we’d pared down …
My husband has a never-ending supply of dating disaster stories. And he’s always willing to share. Some tales poke fun at him. Other incidents focus an embarrassing spotlight on his date. The stories you are about to read are true. …
My oldest son celebrated his big birthday by going on an exotic vacation with his wife…and no children. While they snorkeled and dined on tropical fruit, my husband and I babysat their children, who ranged in age from toddler to …
The Fourth of July is only days away and I can’t wait. I always look forward to Independence Day – friends, family, food, and fireworks. A winning combination. Whether you attend a block party or just chill at home, the …
Mom’s red pen. My kids still talk about the dreaded thing like it was a dagger to their heart. When they were in high school, they occasionally requested me to edit their papers. I would wield my trusty red pen …
My husband kissed an older woman. It was long ago, before the term “cougar” had been coined. He was in kindergarten. She was in first grade. Ah, young puppy love. Although they remained friends over the years, the kiss was …
Today is my birthday! One year ago today, my husband gave me a darling fluffy puppy for my birthday. She was eight weeks old and looked like a stuffed animal. Ruby is a birthday gift that keeps on giving. She’s …
I love fresh flowers almost as much as dark chocolate. When we graduated from college and began our life as a young working couple, my husband developed the habit of purchasing a bouquet of flowers from the kiosk on the …
When I was a child, I enjoyed writing poems. Initially, my poetry was rather pedantic, of the “roses are red” variety. But my mother gushed over my efforts and encouraged my creative writing. Over time, my poems became less stilted …
Dating disaster stories are like fishing tales, they get bigger and better with time. My husband reluctantly recounted his first date, an evening that will live on in infamy. He’s a good sport and said I could share the embarrassing …