Dust bunnies are the bane of my existence. Well, that might be a tad dramatic, but let’s just say that I pretty much hate dusting. Then again, my mother taught me to never use the word “hate” so let’s go with this: Dusting is an activity of which I am not particularly fond. (And I…
Book Review
Don’t Mind the Gap
All my regular tables in the loft of the Starbucks are taken, so I grab the only available seat downstairs — a barstool right beside the restrooms. I have work to do, but before I start, I spend the requisite amount of time dawdling. Staring out the window, cleaning crumpled gum wrappers out of my…
I love Lucy, and her twin beds
A fellow military spouse once told me that I reminded her of Lucille Ball’s character in the iconic 1960s television show, “I Love Lucy.” I’m a throwback kind of gal, so I took the comparison as a generous compliment. However, although I can totally relate to Lucy as a scatterbrained housewife, yearning to make it…
Snack Duty: Fall’s most competitive sport
By now, the youth sports scrimmages are over, and regular fall season competition has begun. But what our kids don’t know is that another fierce game is about to start. A game that involves intense, some might say vicious, competition. A game that is not for the faint at heart. A game that requires superb…
What I believe about Hell and hand baskets