When we fail to use the tools we have…
“Desperate times call for desperate measures”? Why not avoid desperate times by using the tools you have now? Continue reading When we fail to use the tools we have…
“Desperate times call for desperate measures”? Why not avoid desperate times by using the tools you have now? Continue reading When we fail to use the tools we have…
I hadn’t realized until it happened that having one of my children host the holiday meal was a goal of parenting. Continue reading The goal of parenting…
My husband has saved me from curfew worry much of the time. He simply awakens me to let me know our child is home, and I am lulled, comforted, back to sleep. Except when the child isn’t at home by curfew. Continue reading Stream of cold consciousness writing…
What separates those who succeed at their New Year’s resolutions from those who don’t? Some sources indicate that 40 … Continue reading Secrets to success at the gym…
Am I the only one on American soil who isn’t thankful for Thanksgiving? The turkey cooks my goose every year as … Continue reading Turkey trauma: Me, myself and my memories…
If a tree falls in the forest and no one is near enough to hear it, does it make a … Continue reading If a gift falls in the forest…
I was with my two colleagues as we drove across the university campus. Because we were lucky enough to have … Continue reading In fact, we are not entitled…
Today I made a new friend as I stood at the makeup mirror, and as I told her my professional … Continue reading My surprise “happily ever after”…
Sometimes it’s better not to know. For instance, when your husband thinks the dress you wore to work that day makes … Continue reading If she only knew…
As I was entering my daughter’s new-to-her minivan yesterday, I noticed something. “Ah! It has a sunroof,” I stated. It … Continue reading How our Mitsubishi van became blue…
The past week, the health club has blocked off the beautiful new showers for tile repair, and we women have … Continue reading Attempting “The Glad Game’…
I call my husband’s truck “the mouse,” and now he does, too, at least every time he has to buy … Continue reading Of mice and men (or when you give a mouse a cookie)…
I had carefully planned and shopped and done everything in my power to avoid shopping on Christmas Eve. When our … Continue reading Once an English teacher, always an English teacher…
I married into my hairdresser, much the way I’d married into four children when I married my husband nearly 21 … Continue reading Why I love my hair stylist…
When I bent over to kiss my sort-of sleeping husband goodbye, he said, “Did you see that I covered you … Continue reading Love apparent…
I dreaded the dance. I saw it as an awkward mother-son performance in front of a room of spectators, but of … Continue reading Dancing with my son…