It feels good to leave the grit and hustle of the city behind. A fish out of water in the sprawl of streets, strip malls, and strip joints; I’m glad to get a break from city life during my drive to Macon, Georgia for the National Society of Newspaper Columnists’ Conference. As I put miles…
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Mother’s Day – A real hoot.
“Hey Hon, so whaddya want for Mother’s Day anyway?” my husband inquired a couple days ago, much too late to actually plan anything decent. My mind flashed to Mother’s Days past. I winced at vivid images of kitchens destroyed by my children’s best intentions. My lips puckered at the distant taste of cold burnt breakfasts…
I only have eyes for you, Dear. Whether you like it or not.
One busy weeknight while chewing the last bites of pork chops and boxed macaroni and cheese, I asked my husband, “Did I tell you about my conversation with the sixth grade math teacher today?” Gnawing a particularly tough piece of meat, my husband shook his head with a familiar glazed look in his eyes. After…
365 days and counting
“You think you got it bad now,” other moms cautioned when my kids were young, “just wait ÔÇÿtil they’re teenagers.” Like the weird sisters of Macbeth, they’d give each other knowing glances and chuckle, as they watched me nearly amputate a foot while trying get my screaming toddler’s stroller onto the escalator at the mall….
What I believe about Hell and hand baskets