I started dropping non-so-subtle hints last week. “You DO know that Mother’s Day is coming, don’t you?” I said rather loudly to my husband, Francis. “Yeah,” he replied defensively, “what about it?” “Don’t you remember what happened last year?” I could tell from his blank stare that Francis was thinking about peanuts, or Greco-Roman wrestling,…
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The deed is done, but not forgotten
“Ach! I’ve got to get rid of this albatross around my neck!” my husband Francis exclaimed recently, with plenty of overly-dramatic Italian gesturing with hairy arms. “ÔÇÿAlbatross’? Don’t be so dramatic,” I retorted. “I love that house. Hayden will never forget his little blue room, Anna took her first steps in that cul-de-sac, Lilly was…
The Naked Truth
What’s the true sign that spring has sprung? No, it’s not the crocuses, the bunnies, or the pussy willows. You know spring is here, because I shaved my knees this week. Now, you might be thinking, “Well, that’s an inappropriate way to start a column.” Stick with me – you’ll soon realize that news of…
Mind over manners
“Now boarding … Group C … at Gate 19,” the agent announced over the loudspeakers. There were only a handful of poor slobs like me left in the line. The 737 was pretty packed, and since Southwest operates on a first-come-first-served basis, we were in for a real treat. Only a few of the dreaded…
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