For anyone wondering what I was talking about in last night’s post, let me explain. Sturdy Gals can’t keep secrets. On Thursday I was emailed
We’ll start back easy. Following an office metaphor, we’re in the kitchen. People mill about, laughing, cups of tea and coffee in hand. There’s a
Well 2013. My goodness. Left a job, got married. Other stuff. So now it’s Christmastime, which my family celebrates, and my kids are coming home.
Here’s how I’m staying sane at Christmas. Made my peace with last-minute-ness. The deadline is Christmas morning, is it not? If you complete non-family jobs
I’ve been thinking this week about heartbreak. There’s a small epidemic in my online world. First, the blogger Beverly Like Hills reports that her husband
Excuse me while I try to figure out just what exactly has made my blog decide to display all wonky. Wherefore the gray? What has
Baby nephew, not to mention his parents and doting grandfather, are coming over for a casual lunch today. So casual that we’re just going to
Are we entering the New Age Of Hieroglyphics? What do I mean, you might well ask. Well, do you think our “written” language is in
My daughter is sitting right next to me, typing quickly. She’s wearing flannel pajama bottoms, I’m wearing flannel pajama bottoms, there the resemblance ends. How
Here’s something good about the 50s. You’ve lived a meaningful chunk as an adult – about 30 years, as I see it. And 30 years
Every night, in the last hour or so before I go to bed, I look forward to breakfast. Whole grain La Brea toast, Justin’s Chocolate
Today I will be revisiting my 30s and 40s. Or maybe simulating them is a better way to put it. The family’s coming over for
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