When I was a kid, anyone over thirty was “old.” I’m about to turn 45, so I guess by my own standards, I’m downright ancient. Forty-five is not really much worse than 44, but according to the “round up” rule my teachers taught me at East Pike Elementary school, I’m really going to be about…
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We’re number one!
Back on May 5th, I got a little e-mail that I nearly erased. It was from a marketing director at a website called “Circle of Moms.” I had never heard of the website before, but out of the corner of my eye, I noticed the words, “You’ve been nominated for the Top 25 Military Family…
Don’t Pity This Fool
Something occurred to me tonight as I walked back up to my 4th floor base housing stairwell apartment from the neighborhood pavillion, where I had just completely humiliated myself by singing a ridiculous kareoke version of “Lady is a Tramp” at my neighbor’s 40th birthday party: People like it when other people make total idiots…
Confectionary Comforts
Running my fingertip along the wrinkled peak of thin, gold foil, I find an edge. I insert a nail under the delicate lip and lift the sheet, hearing it crinkle as it expands like an accordion. I pause a moment, just long enough to pinch the end of the tiny paper strip, and tug it…
