Raucous laughter danced with the pulsating drums of Phil Collins as the party stretched well past midnight. I briefly worried that our neighbors were going to call the police and how embarrassing it was going to be to have to say to the cop, “I’m...
I hate Winnie the Pooh. My husband, Tony, is to blame for the ill-will. Tony is many a splendid thing; hard-working, loyal, loving, dependable, pragmatic, an unbelievable handy-man, witty. However, he has never been considered a sentimental fool nor...
I am in the process of finding an agent for my memoir manuscript. It is hard. It is filled with a rejection – a lot of rejection. However, I’m going to keep on keepin’ on until my dream becomes a reality. Thank you for being part of the...
I killed a couple hundred dollars worth of plants and flowers over the weekend. Technically, said plants and flowers are still alive and well, but I know, my friends and family know, hell, the plants probably know that it is only a matter of time...
When my best friend, Abby, got married (to someone I absolutely adore, thankfully), I did what any self-respecting thirty-something with abandonment issues does: I binged watched Gilmore Girls and adopted their diet. If you think the fast-paced...
When mama got married for the second time to a wanna-be Hell’s Angel with flowing red hair and a ferocious German Shepard whose bark made my soul shiver, my grandmother gifted me with a pair of camel-colored, squared-toe Dingo cowboy boots to help...
The day my mom died, my husband called one of my best friends, Erin, while I was in the shower drowning my tears. I needed the softness of her. She knew. By the time I emerged from the steamy bathroom in my thread-bare robe and towel turban she was...
I have a damn doozy of a black eye right now. It has taken me forty-four years to get a shiner. Considering my inability to not run my mouth and my overall lack of coordination, it is fairly miraculous that it has taken me more than four decades to...
When I joined CrossFit Jane (CFJ), an unassuming, barebones gym tucked away in a strip mall, in 2018 I didn’t have much expectations in the way of community. I have never been a joiner in that sense. I have known most of my good friends since before...
In 1985 at the ripe age of eight, I talked my mom into allowing me to cut my thick long hair. It was really a combination of two hairstyles that became known as the “permullet”. This is the hairstyle that happens after the two worst hairstyles of...