As Steeler fans everywhere anticipate upcoming Superbowl XLV, my mind can’t help but wander to football seasons past, when “Stairway to Seven” held an entirely different meaning. It was a typical Western Pennsylvania winter weekend in 1976, and my family was nestled inside our little house on the dead end of North Seventh Street in…
Holidays
Hypothetically Speaking, Of Course
With two children, one in the oven, and a new mortgage breathing down our backs, my husband and I were more than nervous about our financial situation a decade ago. A couple bad personal financial planners left us doubtful that there were any decent, honest people out there who could give us good advice about…
Financial Ruin Can Be Fun!
Shortly after getting married, my husband and I knew we were going to need help. A lot of help. Facing my massive student loan debt and my husband’s maxed out credit cards from his single junior-grade lieutenant days, we decided to try a budget first. We sat down one night at our Montgomery Ward’s kitchen…
Under My Belt
This month marks the first anniversary of my blog, “The Meat and Potatoes of Life.” The year has been an interesting one to say the least, with highs, lows and lots of weirdoes in between. It all started last year, when another writer suggested that I start a blog to showcase my humor columns on…
What I believe about Hell and hand baskets