One day you’re 49 and the next day you’re 50. Yesterday was that day. I’ve never skied and I don’t see very well. But still I know it’s all downhill from here. 

Dear Weather Channel: I am not a meteorologist nor do I play one on TV. I have, however, been an eye-witness to a weather phenomenon over a twenty-year period. Feel free to rename the event, but we call it THT (Thunderstorm Humidity Tuesday).  The cause of THT? My weekday-warrior husband…

A mere two months ago our temperatures in southeastern Pennsylvania were “how low can you go?”  brrrrrrrrrrrrr. Today at noon we were at 81 degrees F. There are many reasons why out-of-the-shoveling-and-into-the-sweating is wrong. None more glaring (wait for it) than this: winter white legs! Even with my vision challenges,…

My closest friends are all very different women from each other. A universal creed, however, is shared by all: NEVER MISS A HAIR APPOINTMENT The Postal Service has nothing on us. We will go to our appointments when we are sick wearing a dust mask as to not infect anyone…

Almost three years to the day of my last post, I return to blogging. So much has happened during my time away, I didn’t know where to begin. It turns out the biggest hurdle is not my visual impairment but remembering a sign-on and password which have been dormant all…

Today I was given a horrible project in a different area of the company I’m temping at.  After much chaos and much deliberation about where I should sit to do this heinous act, I was given a location. The psychology department.

My sports-loving, über-manly husband said to me last night while watching Dancing With The Stars: “This song is way too fast for a foxtrot.”

Well over a year ago, the soap dish in our shower fell out of thewall. While we were without it, we placed the soap in the front corner of the tub. The soap dish is now firmly mounted back into the shower wall. The soap is now firmly placed, by…

Weekends do not count unless you spend them doing something completely pointless. — Bill Watterson