My daughter has a secret. Despite having reached the ripe age of eleven, she is unable to give up an embarrassing habit from her younger years. It’s not what you think. She doesn’t suck her thumb or crawl on all fours, and we lost her pink bunny security blanket a couple of moves ago. And…
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Sandboxes to X-Boxes
At age 6, I married a policeman and had twins. At age 8, I ruled over a complex society of acorn people. At age 11, I was Sabrina Duncan of Charlie’s Angels, ready to follow Bosley’s instructions from my diamond transmitter ring. A typical child of the 70’s, I spent hours immersed in elaborate pretend…
I’m chunky and I know it
While some may beg to differ, let me go out on a limb here and state that I’ve never been that overweight. However, I’ve never really been thin, either. I’ve always hovered in that middle ground affectionately known as “chunky.” Although “chunky” is a term used by nice people trying to avoid the more offensive…
All I want for my birthday
My husband totally forgot it was my birthday this year. But you know, I’m so easy going, it really didn’t bother me in the slightest. As long as everyone else is happy, I’m completely content. I wouldn’t even think of putting anyone out for my silly old birthday. I wrote about my selflessness a couple…
What I believe about Hell and hand baskets