Curses to you Netflix. You should go far, far away and stop enticing my children with your alluring offers of a free month — a free month to get the watcher hooked so he can’t conceive of ever letting go of this addictive subscription. This is the way it works: My son accepts the offer …
They sit and gather dust year after year. They are boxed and moved every time the family relocates. Occasionally, I bring myself to rid the shelf of a few of them. I tell myself, “I can garage sale this; I can donate this; I will not miss this.” The problem is that ridding my life …
47 random acts of kindness for her 47th birthday; standing on the street corner handing out money for 57 minutes on the 57th anniversary of his birth. And the crowd goes wild. One cannot help but read about these people on the internet, see them on television, or hear about what a great idea they’ve found. …
Rodent disposal is a man’s job. Call me sexist, if you will, but I will move out of my house before I scoop up and throw away a dead thing with a long icky tail. When the husband is out-of-town, the job is passed along to the son. Never mind that it was 2:30 in the …
What does it mean to be socially aware? Once I am aware, can I or should I change my behavior? If I change what I do with the best of intentions, will I achieve the desired outcome? Today, I am at a loss for what to do. On my birthday, I visited Kohl’s, gift card …
Alas, the affair has ended. I mourn the loss of the wavy hair; the melodious, lilting accent; the witty, intellectual banter abounding in allusion and metaphor. I’m still drawn to him. I still think of him. I would give anything to write like him. I have come, however, to the end of my love affair …
Yes, I am aware than the NCAA basketball tournament is long over and I am late in writing about it. It’s just that I’ve had this player on my mind because of my children’s own athletic endeavors. Anthony Davis of the Kentucky Wildcats understands what it means to be a team player. Maybe he learned …
When Jack and I gallivant around the neighborhood, we make the most of every sight, sound, and odor. The place we live can be a delight if only we notice. Jack’s favorite scent is poop, and mine is the neighbor’s orange tree; the blossoms remind me of the rotten orange fights I had with my brothers …
As I drive around town in my hybrid Toyota Highlander, I must admit that I often picture my dad rolling about in his grave, shouting, “You bought a Jap car? Are you crazy? What did I fight for?” He never spoke of his time in the Pacific during World War II, and my knowledge is …
There are moments of devastation in our lives that stick with us forever, popping up their gruesome heads when we least expect it. I wonder how many of my classmates from the Lake Wales High School class of ’83 were taken back 29 long years to one of those moments because of the final scenes …