My daughter and her roommates recently visited us for a week. I showed them my two favorite bookstores in town. We spent a day at the pool. They got to see downtown. I cooked for them. We hung out and played board games. They went on a mining expedition and found some amazing specimens of… Read More The 5 Ways Putting Together A Puzzle Is Like Being Sick
This will be my third attempt at writing this post. I’ve had two other drafts waiting for me to finish and edit, but neither of them felt right. That’s how it goes for me. That’s how I know I want to send one of my works out into the blogosphere. It feels right. For some… Read More All Because I Got Sick
Regular readers may know that I sometimes like to spread the bloggy love. I’ve spread it like STDs and I’ve spread it like sugary confections before and now, in a bit of a twist, I’m going to spread it like sunshine. The lovely Becca Barracuda at The Married Cat Lady nominated me for the Sunshine Blogger Award and… Read More Spread Love Like Sunshine
There I was, plastic shopping basket resting in the crook of my arm, with nothing on my mind other than which chocolate bar I could purchase and then immediately consume. I was at the end of the aisle directly across from the customer service counter at my local Whole Foods. I was in introvert mode,… Read More Nice Doesn’t Live Here Anymore
I moved to a new city. I know no one. Well, that’s not entirely true. I know my realtor. She’s cool. She’s also busy. I know the really nice kid at the grocery store who keeps telling me this is the first Publix ever built in North Carolina. Every single time he bags my groceries.… Read More Woman Seeking Friends Who Hate Foie Gras
Charlottesville. I do not even know where to begin. Even now, after reading all the articles, after pondering what has happened, after trying so hard to form some semblance of order in my thoughts, after forcing myself to sit behind the keyboard, I still don’t know what to say. I just watch the cursor blink… Read More Charlottesville
Don’t panic or anything, but we’re all going to die. I’ve pretty much felt this way since that fateful night when I sobbed into my microwave popcorn and put my drunk ass to bed after finally accepting the Donald had won the presidency. Pondering our imminent deaths then was always more like comic relief for… Read More Nuclear Holocaust Bucket List
