When I was 26 years old, I thought 46 was ancient. That 20-year span of life seemed like eons back then ÔÇô more than enough time to live life to the fullest before I turned into an old hag. Now that I’m 46, I don’t have enough time to be an old hag. In fact,…
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My gravy’s better than your gravy
We do it every year. We cut out recipes. We make lists. We go to the commissary. We elbow each other out of the way to grab turkeys, cranberries, yams, and mini-marshmallows. We jam enough food into our pantries to feed an Army, or Navy as it were. Why? Because it’s the holidays, of course!…
Observations from the field
There’s nothing quite like watching your kids play high school sports. It’s a highly emotional situation for parents, who experience the thrill of victory and the agony of defeat, as if they were competing themselves. Certainly, there’s nothing wrong with expressing oneself in this new age; however, each sport has its own unwritten rules governing…
The Princess and the Pee
“Could you walk P’Nut while I’m out this afternoon?” my friend, Tara, asked recently. It was the least I could do after she endured a week of caring for my dog while I was on summer vacation. In fact, it might take a lot more favors to pay Tara back. You see, Tara’s dog, P’Nut,…
What I believe about Hell and hand baskets