• It’s not you, it’s me.

    *** There are two words that are banned from my house.  If you know me, you’re having a smug moment, aren’t you? You think you know exactly what two words those are.  Well, I have news for you. They are NOT moist and panties. (I just watched a small mass of hives appear on my wrist from typing them though.)…

  • Yes.

    *** I want you all to know what I was thinking about as I lay in bed last night. Why has no one invented spray-on wrapping paper?  Like, you could spray it on all the presents in one easy swoop – and then it just peels off when people unwrap. As you can tell, we brought in 2018 like rockstars. So,…

  • A search party for your spirit

    *** When my dad was a small boy, a (questionable) man in his very small town went missing. As my father tells it, the town siren went off and the townspeople all gathered to find out what the fuss was about. After learning the man was missing, they then formed search parties. My dad – again, a small boy –…

  • Recalculating: the new norm

    *** I haven’t turned on the television since yesterday morning. I know that may seem cowardly, but I can’t watch one more minute of newsmen and women dissecting every detail and playing the same footage over and over. And the reason I can’t watch anymore is not so much because I don’t want to see it and learn more about…