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…
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Hitting the Slopes
“We’re going skiing this weekend,” I tell anyone who will listen. As the words part my lips, I hope the listeners envision my family clad in all the latest sportswear slicing effortlessly between snowy mountain moguls. Little do they know, my family does not own a pair of skis. My husband thinks skiing is a…
The Morning After
Reluctantly, an eyelid peels open and groggily squints at the blurred morning. I try to swallow, but can only smack my lips together dryly. Confused at first, my sluggish brain begins to recollect the events of the previous day. Oh yea, Christmas. Finding my other slipper sock wedged between the sleeping dog and the bathtub,…
A Time for Hope, Cheer, and Ruthless Criminal Behavior
During this season of giving, people everywhere are transformed. The Spirit of Christmas inspires generosity, compassion and joy in us all. But sometimes, in the midst of all this merriment, mania causes our personalities to swing wildly in the other direction, resulting in violence, theft, and intentional infliction of emotional distress. What, pray tell, could…
What I believe about Hell and hand baskets