APRIL 19, 2012 11:09AM

Christmas Kittens and Bad Decisions

I made an impulsive and reckless decision over Christmas. And I can't blame it on the Egg Nog this time. But some, maybe most, of my decisions originate on the keen edge of emotion, appealing to logic only later, too late. It seems
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JANUARY 15, 2012 9:01AM

The atomic sex bomb

Isn’t it too early to start talking about sex? I mean, my baby is only seven. She’s still a baby, for God’s sake. But one of her friends got wind of it somehow, so I suppose it’s just a matter of time.  I just never imagined this day would come. No/Read full post »
JANUARY 8, 2012 5:33PM

Gestation Frustration

Gestation Frustration

My sister Leah is pretty much the best person on this particular planet. She is all things WONDERFUL. She is understanding, kind, and compassionate to a fault. She is a loving mother. And she laughs a lot. And really, this is all it takes
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APRIL 30, 2011 10:00PM

Look! Boobs!

 It took a string of mortifying events for me to find humor. In fact, I remember the first funny thing I ever said. I don’t mean to imply that here begins a longitudinal study on the making of a comedienne. I was rarely if ever funny growing up. I
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I think almost everyone I know has a blog except for my grandmother. It is now a part of pop culture, but it’s way better than Lady Gaga.  

I am mostly grateful. My cup overflow …. eth.

When I contemplate the scores of writers who go unrecognized, the potent pages… Read full post »

APRIL 10, 2011 9:28AM

Husband goes Nelly for American Idol

Husband will probably get mad at me for sharing this. Maybe I’ll have to cook something tonight (frozen-pizza-as-olive-branch?), but it’s worth it because I have to share.

Kit Tennyson, the aforementioned, grew up learning the age-old wisdom that men do not cry or show much emotion at al… Read full post »

Editor’s Pick
APRIL 4, 2011 12:18PM

Dying with John

Dying with John was such an unbelievable honor that I feel I should write it down so that I can hold onto it forever. I didn’t die too, just John died, but I helped him. And no, I didn’t kill him either. Cancer killed him, but I helped him die
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Some people might refer to a 35-year-old female as a woman. I suppose it happens all the time. Most 35-year-old females would probably not even recoil violently from such a label as though they had just been victimized by the park flasher. I wouldn’t know.

It happened recently that a… Read full post »