I don’t like to travel, but I spent part of my vacation in Portland impersonating a street person. It was hard. And I had some unique experiences.
The bruises have healed and the picnic table has been carted away, but I have been left with a strange phenomenon. PTSD – Picnic Table Suspicion Disorder.
Mum was a connoisseur of pancakes, having strict criteria for the definition of perfection. I love Mum’s recipe for pancakes and I know you will, too.
One day when I was a little girl I was excited about going to the circus. But that is not the part of the day I’ll never forget. What could be better? I’m glad you asked.
My staining behavior has taken its toll on my clothes and my relationships. I believe I’m on the right track now. One day at a time.
I suffer from a little know disorder called ‘Potluck Anxiety.’ This humor post outlines the cardinal symptoms and how I’ve learned to cope. Can you relate?
How do I like to spend the Fourth of July? Celebrating my freedom, of course. And that begins with wearing yesterday’s underwear.
I was too cheap to pay for a DNA analysis, but I was intrigued enough to imagine what my sample would reveal. Here are my unscientific results.
Last year I was less than supportive of the corporate dress code but this year I’ve done a flip-flop. What caused my change of heart? Read the compelling reasons in this blog post.
The theme for the 2017 National Society of Newspaper Columnists (#NSNC17) conference was, ‘Live free and write, but not for free.’ It reinforced my affection for gravy and may have given me the courage to ask for it.