People assume I have a cleaning lady. Ha! No, silly you, it isn’t because my house is so clean! I think it may be the size of the... Read More
read
-
-
… on the defining trait of extroverts
I have posted many times about how HRH The Princess Bunny Blaze loves to have her photo taken. And how Marshal Dillon Dingle photobombs her photos, on purpose,... Read More
-
… on never, and always
It’s hard to believe that it’s only been four months since Grampa, The Old Yankee Man, moved on to putter around that Great Garage in the Sky. Well, on one hand,... Read More
-
… on the Patriots, and a first pitch
I’m a football fan. Baseball? Not so much. Don’t get me wrong, I love the whole iconic thing – even a bit of a magical thing – about America’s... Read More
-
… (shhh!) on the secret of close family and friends
Acceptance. That’s it. Anything else gums up the works… probably not irreparably, but it can get pretty gummy. So, acceptance. I learned that a long, long time ago. The... Read More
-
… on putting that there
Okay, I want you to put that…. There. Epilogue: I did. But I wasn’t happy about it. And then my wicked smiley but frighteningly jacked trainer, Renee, said –... Read More
-
… on the last first day
It’s quiet. No quieter than it is when you went to practice yesterday Or out to the local rib joint with your friends last night. No quieter than when... Read More
-
… on bringin’ sexy back
This year, on October 13th, the Nearly Perfect Husband and I will celebrate our twenty fifth wedding anniversary. Who knew, when he showed up with his ‘add’ paperwork on the... Read More
-
… on becoming a real dog (or not)
I’m not the type of person to call my dogs ‘fur babies’ or dress them up in outfits or let them lick ice cream off my spoon.. That’s a... Read More
-
… on an offer for anxiety therapy
I was talking to my friend last night and telling him about the fact that, on Monday – like three days away – fifty soccer players, all between the... Read More
-
… on the roadies taking the stage
It happens every year. In one, or more than one, cars packed to the gills (or grills?), the family slowly rolls down the driveway in Maine. Crushed gravel giving... Read More
-
… on sensing the light
The other day I headed outside because the light was calling me. The light I could see. The world crunched beneath my bare feet. The light I could hear.... Read More