I don’t really care for those people. This woman is a racist. Let me clarify, when I talk about those people, I’m referring to bikers. Not the ones on Hogs, they’re cool. The ones on bicycles. But my daughter rides a bike, up and down our driveway, pedaling her precious little legs. Simmer down, your […]
I had a cough recently. Oh please, tell me more. But you don’t understand. This wasn’t your average joe cough. If coughs were sharks, this was Megalodon. It ignored antibiotics. It scoffed at humidifiers. Cough drops were merely child’s play. But the worst part was the sound, like tuberculosis and long term smoking. It was
Nina may seem like the grandmother next door, but there is another side to her. Nina is a hard-core, in your face, straight-up pusher. Oxycodone? Heroine? Opioids? Bigger. Grisham. King. Clancy. It started about 30 years ago. Back then, it was the small stuff, mostly newspaper articles: A heartwarming Erma Bombeck story. A cautionary tale
Do you know who the best people in the world are? Nuns? Buddhist monks? Trader Joe’s employees? Airbnb hosts. These gracious people rent out their homes to tourists, welcoming us with open arms and bottles of wine. They tell us all the sights we simply must see. During our stay, they promptly respond to any
Some women look wonderful in a white dress. Their skin is flawless, their curves appear in just the right places and everything seems to fit seamlessly into that perfect white package. And then there are the rest of us. For the most part, this doesn’t cause an emotional toll. It’s just hard to be around
Last week, after getting my car detailed, we decided it was time to sell it. And when I say we, I mean my husband. He advertised it on Craigslist, and within minutes, the calls were pouring in. Who knew a banged up Honda Pilot with 175,000 miles would solicit so many admirers. One such admirer
A few months back we decided to sell my 2005 Honda Pilot. It was looking pretty shabby, so my husband hired a guy named John to detail it. Halfway through the detailing, I went outside to give John some water. John turned off his specialized cleaning mechanism (No, it wasn’t a vacuum. I know what
There is no such expression as “From the Gecko.” I have used this wrongly worded phrase my entire adult life. I’d make such remarks as, “That was doomed to fail, from the gecko,” or “They seemed perfect for each other, from the gecko.” For over 30 years, I made these comments out loud, to multiple
Do you make yourself cringe? Do you have “Ragrets?” Do you often find yourself in humiliating situations brought on by your own ignorance and lack of self-awareness? I found myself in one of these situations just last week at a concert. I was waiting in line for my order at a food truck, two brisket