No matter our diverse political views and convictions, we all can agree that this year’s presidential campaign is hard to believe, even with constant 24/7 advertisements, panel discussions, SNL (the saving grace and tonic to get us through), yard signs (which thankfully I can’t see), mailers, newspapers, the internet, and what I…
I just heard my husband use “i.e.” in a sentence on the phone today. It stopped me cold, i.e. shivers, nausea, disbelief, pride, fear (who is this guy?). Mondays: Not the man you married anymore.
After ten years of loyalty to them, last night resulted in an unsatisfying go-round with TiVo’s technical and customer support and, therefore, we are severing ties and moving on. In other household item news, one of my favorite pots lost its handle due to old age. I thought that this…
Since losing my vision I have had to rely on people to give me rides to appointments My husband, his mom and my closest friends are incredibly generous in shuttling me around. I am so grateful and never take a mile for granted. Although I don’t dwell on it, I…
We take a shower or bath. We get clean. We use a clean towel to dry ourselves. We hang up the towel to dry. Then, whatever our personal timeframe, we wash the towel. The aliens are laughing at us.
It’s silly, but in my defense I am a bird mom. Today I saw a new physician assistant at my doctor’s office. Her name was Polly.
You would think that spending a day in our local hospital, being transported to one of the nation’s top hospitals in Philadelphia via ambulance at midnight, a week’s stay at said hospital, having just about every medical test there is, including the reputation-precedes-it spinal tap or lumber puncture, your choice,…
A single woman in her 20s recently asked me the secret to a long and happy marriage. I thought it was cute she thinks my husband and I are happy. Next year we will be married 25 years and we have been through an awful lot together: unemployment, money worries,…
What little one doesn’t love a fort made out of sofa pillows on a dreary day?
So today this happened: Well, there was only one. And he wasn’t dancing. And he didn’t speak cockney. Not nighttime either. No nanny flying via umbrella. But, oh, the songs and the dancing! My mom loved when Dick Van Dyke danced with the animated penguins. I actually think that began…
