I’m thisclose to a decent Christian burial.

I’m thisclose to a decent Christian burial.

Or an indecent one. I'm too tired to care.  I think my younger son, Cuyler, is trying to kill me. We walked to the beach (several thousand steps, go me), where he worked out doing handstands and bear crawls. (Click the link below and it will download to your computer....

My boys are coming! My boys are coming!

My boys are coming! My boys are coming!

Today’s the day. Both my sons are coming to see us in Florida. I saw Casey briefly in November when we flew to Virginia to watch him in the Special Olympics Soccer Championship, but I haven’t seen Cuyler since August. August. Three months is a long time to go without...

How to feel fabulous

How to feel fabulous

There are dozens of ways. These are just a few of my favorites... Every now and again, mostly again in these damn Covid days, we all need a pick-me-up, a reason to feel good about ourselves and the world. When you start thinking about running your mask over with your...

Some things should come with a warning label

Some things should come with a warning label

Like, “Drinking Port while watching You increases your risk of really bad nightmares.” Spoiler alert: I’m about to share things about the uber popular Netflix show You that might ruin it for those who’ve yet to watch it. Which begs the question: What are you freaks...

I’m never ordering pizza from that place

I’m never ordering pizza from that place

One day a few weeks ago, I was driving along, minding my own business, and one of those tiny, lizard/gecko things crawled up from beneath my windshield wipers and onto my windshield. I admit, it scared the daylights out of me, stuck to my windshield, giving me the...

My Way Is the Highway

My Way Is the Highway

In my continuing effort to clock 10,000 steps in a single day, I’ve decided to increase the distance I walk every morning rather than adding an afternoon stroll through my favorite stores and possibly, (oh, who am I kidding?), definitely, increasing my credit card...

The Other 4,000

The Other 4,000

Are you one of those people who tracks how many steps you take in a day, aiming for 10,000? I am, but I wasn’t always. I read something about it, then discovered the health app on my phone, made the further discovery that it was already tracking my steps (sneaky,...

Living a life of crime. And loving it.

Living a life of crime. And loving it.

In the last week, I’ve gobbled up five thrillers. I started Caitlin Wahrer’s The Damage during God knows what NFL game this past Sunday afternoon, and finished it Monday morning. Prior to that, I sucked down The Last Thing He Told Me, by Laura Dave, The Next Wife, by...

Ativan to the rescue. No, really.

Ativan to the rescue. No, really.

When last we met, I was bellyaching about how horribly I was feeling. Sweating, panic attacks, the inability to catch my breath, the whole nine yards. Many of you left me comments and messages offering ideas about what might be ailing me beyond my anxiety (aka, the...

500 words a day

500 words a day

496 to go! How do you folks do it? How do you write 500 words in one day, get them cleaned up, comprehensible, sometimes very funny, and post the whole shebang online? I am terrible at this. I fight with every thought, with the words to express those thoughts, with...

The Bloody Truth

The Bloody Truth

Since I was about five, I’ve been prone to hives. Since high school, I’ve been prone to tearing out my eyelashes (but not eating them, though I’ve heard that’s a thing). And since becoming a mom nearly thirty years ago, I’ve been prone to breaking out in little red...