Born and bred, raised and reared — I am a Florida girl, though I haven’t resided there in over twenty-four years! Throughout a year in Wisconsin, five years in Northern California, and long enough in the OC to raise my kids, I have always thought that eventually I would be back in Florida. I’m not …
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 …
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 …
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 …
Which of us possesses the wonder of a child — ears that perk up at the sound of good music, eyes that notice beauty around us, a sense of the importance of slowing down to appreciate the blessings we’ve been given? Today, my friend Laurie posted a video of a man playing the violin in a DC …
Unhappy narcissists — that’s what Dennis Prager called Americans on his radio program today. He said we are becoming a “marriageless, childless culture of unhappy narcissists.” He went on to say that “unhappy narcissist” is most likely a redundant term. He was referring to the United States going the way of Europe to our detriment, and, of …
Three things I adore on a morning alone, sitting on the couch with my laptop, my lap dog, and my lap blanket: Jelly Belly jelly beans, coffee with tons of flavored creamer, and a Mark Steyn column in the newspaper. First, jelly beans. We used to live near the Jelly Belly factory. I love that …
In homage to Labor Day, I reviewed my use of child labor in my family’s once-a-week church cleaning chore. Here are the top ten things I’ve learned in two years of toilet swishing and vacuum pushing. 10) Never let them off the hook. Teenageers will use any excuse not to show up at the appointed time …
Giddy. I am giddy. If my 15-year old were to begin blogging, he would say, “Yea, whatever. So this is my blog.” I would be amazed at his content, and he would shrug his brilliant little shoulders at me. But I, the silly old mom, past her prime in so many ways, say, “Dude.” (That …