Just when you think you’ve finally used up all the leftover turkey . . . just when you store your pilgrim salt and pepper shakers back in the basement . . . just when you emerge from your tryptophan-induced semi-coma and stop to take a breather . . . WHAM! The winter holiday season…
Holidays
My husband, in the bathroom, with the razor
Recently, while scraping the toothpaste plops out of our bathroom sink in anticipation of holiday guests, I had an epiphany. Law enforcement agencies desperately need my expertise. While it is true that our ever-mobile military lifestyle has made it nearly impossible for me to pursue a career outside of the home in my 20 years…
The Twelve Takes of Christmas
“C’mon everybody!” I bellowed from our living room, “Let’s get this over with!” “KIDS!? HONEY!?” I yelled from behind my camera, which was precariously perched on top of an Anthony’s Seafood matchbook, two beer coasters, three National Geographic magazines, Roget’s Thesaurus, and our coffee table; at the precise trajectory needed to capture a centered image…
A Misfit Shopper’s Pledge
Like most families struggling to climb the never-ending series of financial peaks along life’s path, we are in a constant state of semi-panic. Mortgages, car loans, school tuition, music lessons, credit card payments, repair bills, sports fees, application fees, grocery bills, insurance bills, and all the other costs that encumber the typical middle-income family, can…
