We got lost on the roads of our childhood when we had to take a detour, but we retrieved some memories and created new ones.
I read about other writers’ getting in touch with their muses and set on a mission to find mine. I made a few mistakes along the way and had some surprising encounters.
I love turnip, so it’s not a stretch for me to see pumpkins replaced by my beloved root vegetable, but this may be more difficult for the general public. With the sickening return of all things pumpkin spiced, are you open minded enough to see this as welcome relief?
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.
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.
Ever noticed how the world will laugh with you unless you decide to become hysterical in an awkward social situation? Patrick and I learned this the hard way.