“Do I ski? Well, of course,” I’ve dismissed such questions with a pretentious chuckle. “I grew up skiing,” I’d say, hoping my haughty response conjured up images of me slaloming between moguls, skidding to snow-spraying stops, and mingling in Nordic sweaters around cozy lodge fireplaces. They don’t need to know that my first skiing experiences…
Book Review
How many idiots does it take to fill out a 1040?
“Oh crud, we need to do our taxes,” I recently told my husband as I do every year around this time. After exhausting every reason to procrastinate ÔÇô cleaning out the vegetable drawer, perusing old Hickory Farms catalogues left over from Christmas, clipping toenails, surfing E-bay for vintage bar signs, napping ÔÇô we finally had…
Pricing Paradise
Be it a sub-tropical seaside villa in Florida, a rugged mountain chalet in Montana, an Upper East Side condominium, or a Duck-Dynasty-esque Louisiana creekside doublewide — everyone has their own idea of the perfect paradise. And everyone hopes that someday they’ll end up retiring there. As a military family, we have lived north, south, east…
Tortured Tenderness
I really don’t mean to be a bummer, but I just googled Saint Valentine and learned that, not only was he not the patron saint of lovers, February 14th marks the date that he was imprisoned, tortured and beheaded in Rome in 269 A.D. Real romantic, hu? Apparently, the Feast of St. Valentine (a.k.a. Valentine’s…
What I believe about Hell and hand baskets