My son was recently abducted by aliens. These strange creatures from a far off land lured him to their institution, garbed him in their apparel, and claimed him as their own. To make matters worse, our son went with them willingly. Even worse than that, my husband and I have agreed, through a complex combination…
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Mom’s Summer Lecture Series
A couple of weeks ago, my husband came home after running errands on base with our daughter and said, “Wait ÔÇÿtil you hear this one.” Knowing my 16-year-old’s goofball tendencies, I knew that anything was possible. “Go on, tell her,” my husband ordered our daughter, who was giggling uncontrollably. Eager to relay the story, he…
Winnebago Woes
“Can I have that one? Hu? Can I? Puleeese?” I begged my mother, pointing desperately to the sleeping compartment above the cab of our rented RV. Permission was granted, and I could hardly contain my excitement. Much like today, economic times were tough for my middle class parents, who thought renting an RV would make…
Sweet Hospitality: NSNC’s best asset
Weaving through the complimentary-beverage-clutching crowd on Saturday night in Room 940 at the National Society of Newspaper Columnists’ Conference in Washington, DC, one hears a mixed cacophony of chatter and laughter. Columnists are everywhere: smooshed together on furniture, clustered in corners, and leaning against windowsills. “But really, what’s the best measure of the value of…
What I believe about Hell and hand baskets