I’ve heard that “love” is the hardest word to say. It’s right up there with aluminum. So instead of saying “I love you” on a regular basis, we’ve rationed those words so they only have to be said once a year&...
I woke up this morning with no desire to get out of bed. Outside, it’s cold, gray and windy. Inside, there’s dirty dishes and laundry, a daughter with the sniffles and a husband who hasn’t golfed in weeks. (He gets a little cranky i...
As the flour gently settled onto the kitchen floor, table and every horizontal surface, I thought (not for the first time) maybe this hadn’t been such a good idea.
I’ve been making Christmas sugar cookies with kids/grandkids for nearly 3...
Sandwiched between the holidays of Candyween and Greedmas, there’s a little day dedicated to gratitude and thanksgiving. (Perhaps that’s why it’s called Thanksgiving.) This celebration is the most overlooked end-of-the-year holiday&...
A month ago, I was sitting in a doctor’s office perusing a magazine rack filled with reading materials from 2009--or earlier. There was your 20/20 magazine (I was at the eye doctor), your Car & Driver (featuring the new 2009 Chevy C...
It’s been two years since Ringo the Dog came to live with us, creating an endless source of whining for my husband. I always knew Ringo was special, but after having him around for a while, I’ve become concerned that “specia...
After more than 200 years, a relationship is bound to get stale. That’s what’s being played out on the news each day as Republicans and Democrats snap at each other like feral cats with bipolar disorder. It’s like watching our paren...
July is my absolute favoritest month. Not only is it my birthday month (and the birthday month for almost every member of my family), but it’s warm and smells like grape popsicles. (Warning: This will be one of those nostalgic columns recalling...
From earthquakes in Japan to tornados in the south to Newt Gingrich running for president to narrowly escaping the end of the world--the danger level on the earth has never been greater. News reporters with dour expressions remind people to organize ...
About the time my blood-curdling scream shattered my husband's eardrums, I realized I probably should have stayed home.
I hate being scared. I spent my childhood convinced a scaly monster with sharp talons lived under my bed waiting to grab my da...
Thinking of traveling this month? You could attend the Barcelona Guitar Festival or the Butterfly Valley breeding celebration (I'm not sure if the butterflies or residents are breeding), or—from the country that brought us airplane-delaying volca...
