When I was a little girl, I was always DYING to go to my friends’ houses for dinner. Like, every day. The chances were slim unless Pop was working. He always wanted his family around the table together at suppertime — a notion that evoked many an eye roll from me in my youth. As an ...
Sometimes it takes something icky happening to us to appreciate life’s most basic principles or simple joys. You know, something such as getting COVID for the second time. Or unfairly losing a job. Or having telemarketers blow up your phone 20 of the 24 hours in a day. Seriously, stop it. ...
Here’s the thing about watching the news: I hate it. I’m not kidding. In fact, as I may or may not have mentioned 8 zillion times, I refuse to watch it much anymore. Particularly, I am avoiding those awful 24/7, round-the-clock channels, reporting continuously of the gloom and doom ...
Remember that 1992 song by Mary Chapin Carpenter called “The Bug?” No, it’s not about ants, bees, flies, etc. You seriously don’t know it? Come on now, peeps, you don’t have to be a card-carrying member of the Grand Ole Opry to know it. If memory serves, it crossed the country / ...
People often ask me if it’s difficult to come up with a subject matter to write about every single week. Sheesh, peshwa and tsk! I mean, to even suggest that a hip, cool, inquisitive, environmentally conscience, in-the-know, well-informed, seasoned writer who just happens to be mom of the ...
I was watching an episode of this summer’s first set of the final installment of “Stranger Things” when it happened. Wait, what? Do not even tell me y’all still haven’t watched Netflix’s breakout hit, number one program, highest-rated series — and quite possibly, maybe even ...
