I still carry around a rock of hurt. Don’t bother telling me to put it down. It’s superglued to my back.
Read MoreIt’s December folks. The season of buying crap no one wants.
Read MoreEvery year November begins with a bang. A one-two punch of vexation to announce its arrival like some harbinger of gloom wearing a waterproof fleece-lined puffer jacket from L.L. Bean.
Read MoreI had to get over my despair at my zodiac sign.
Read MoreWhoever said what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger hasn’t taken my mother-in-law to Verizon.
Read More“Worse? It gets worse?” My head dropped into my hands. It was then I took notice. Two hands. I have two of them.
Read MoreThe decision by unelected justices eviscerated my constitutional right to bodily autonomy. And my daughter’s rights and my granddaughter’s rights.
Read More“ Nope, no way! I’m afraid of alligators, silly, not vulnerability,” adding, “thanks a lot, Brené Brown!” My new nickname for said husband.
Read MoreOne million. On a good day, it sounds rosy and abundant. Like one million dollars.
Read MoreIt’s unimaginable the countless ways we string our cache of words together to express the mundane to the sublime, from our deepest thoughts to our grocery list. How lucky are we?
Read MoreListen, I have a lot of good thoughts, they’re just not where I left them.
Read MoreSt. Valentine never intended for us to gorge on sappy sentiments. No! This third century saint was all about bees.
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