When my kids were teenagers and starting to date I was the condom Nazi. I bought Trojans by the gross at the big box discount stores. I set them out, right by the door, in a huge, fancy, cut crystal bowl. Like Halloween candy. Take as many as you need I… Read full post »

Jacey Mack wrote a wonderful post on body image and her struggles with weight gain.  You can access her post here:

http://open.salon.com/content.php?cid=77343

This is my response and story:

Dear Jacey Mack,

Your post struck a nerve with me. First let me explain myself. I am 48, happily ma… Read full post »

December 1996. It was the second Friday. Sweet Husband had been out of work for eighteen long months. I sat at the dining room table sorting through a pile of bills. Fifteen hundred dollars short. The checking account amounted to about thirty five.

I could feed the six of us… Read full post »

Ring.

“Jello?”

“Pudding pops. Listen, am I crazy?”

“Uh, yes.”

“Mom!”

“Oh…you wanted me to wait for the story…”

“Listen…Cody texted me today and…”

“I was just getting ready to call you. Daddy said… Read full post »

Years ago, when Sweet Husband and I were newly married, we bought our first home. A big old rambling, fixer-upper, craftsman on the tree lined street in Pasadena, California where he had grown up. We busted our asses working on that place. We were a house proud couple when Christmas rolled… Read full post »

The last year I worked as a special education assistant teacher in the local middle school I was assigned to the SID classroom. SID is short for Severely Intellectually Disabled. The kids in our room all qualified SID because they were evaluated to have an iq score of less than 25. All… Read full post »

When ever I see someone holding a sign that says something like God Hates Fags I get pissed. So pissed that my eyeballs bleed. I want to beat the crap out of that hatemonger. But I don’t. I just close my eyes take a deep breath and call Scott. Like always… Read full post »