In my youth, I was a champion napper. The Queen of sleep in general, to be honest. Parenthood and perimenopause changed all that. About 10 years ago I lost my ability to nap. This was most alarming as a devoted napper. Despite my ability to not...
On a recent vacation with my sister, I came to realize I may be nasty. I don’t feel like I’m nasty, but given the volume of clothes she brought and how much she did laundry, it made me reconsider this. I don’t do a lot of laundry. As a matter of...
When my husband and I first got married, we did not have a lot of nice things. We were young and poor. All our furniture was hand-me-downs and it was functional at best. We started saving money. Then, gradually started making a little more and...
I love to people-watch. Some might call it being nosey. Whatevs. Recently during a lunch date with the hubs, the folks two tables over became a people-watching bonanza. It started when the man got up for a refill and I noticed the bold Canadian...
I know there is quite a trend sweeping the nation for emotional support animals. The types of animals being claimed to give emotional support run the gamut. It’s kind of ridiculous. People are trying to get onto airplanes with alligators and rare...
Over the Christmas break, my daughter, Josie, was home from college. One day I walked into the living room only to find her curled up on the couch with my favorite book. Yes, she was reading Leaving Cheyenne by my favorite author, Larry McMurtry. I...
Last week, I lost someone very close to me. There was no death or destruction, just the retirement of someone who has been a part of my daily life for the last 25 years. Bob Lacey of the Bob & Sheri morning radio decided to hang up his ropes. I...
The Traver family loves to eat. We are all foodies. We are all constantly looking forward to our next good meal. We love to have an orgasmic food experience. Over the holidays we made a trip to Nashville to get our daughter fitted for a suit. Yes...
I’m beaten down with all the things experts tell me I shouldn’t do. Enough already. The straw that broke this camel’s back was the Surgeon General saying all alcohol is bad and it’s probably going to kill me. What!? Get off my ass. I’m well aware...
For most of my life, December 21 has been my least favorite day of the year. It is the shortest day of the year, and to me, it represents being in the throes of my least favorite season with at least two miserable months ahead of me. That changed a...