My family is stationed overseas. Most days, this is kinda cool. But on Sundays during football season, it really stinks. I left Pennsylvania 17 years ago to marry a Navy man, and my life as a die-hard Steeler fan has never been the same. First, in Washington, D.C., we weren’t accustomed to foo-foo tailgate foods…
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Volksfest Follies
On Friday night, I cemented life-long friendships with the people sitting at our table at Stuttgart’s Volksfest Beer Festival. Never mind that before the fest, I had no idea who those people were. That’s what happens at these German festivals. One minute you are ambivalent to the whole affair, and the next minute you have…
Exposed: Filthy Secrets of A Modern Housewife
Every morning at about nine-o-clock, a little ray of sunshine comes through the window of my kitchen and ruins my life. It taunts me, mocks me, and points a gleaming spotlight directly on my flaws, exposing them to the world. I am not sure if that beam of light is a random act of nature,…
Broads, Bunco and Other Baloney
The candles flickered. The dip was hot and bubbly. The wine was chilled. The tables were set with bowls of tasty treats, score sheets, and trios of dice. I was dressed appropriately in a trendy top, dangly jewelry and fashionable flats. Everything was ready. Soon after the first ding-dong of the doorbell, the apartment was…
What I believe about Hell and hand baskets