My boy toy croaked Saturday night. Flatlined. Done like dinner. I was heartbroken and more than a…
WriteOut of Her Mind
Royal pain
I have no idea why I am so excited by a long weekend. It’s not like I have a cottage to go…
Joni lessons
I drove through my hometown recently and nothing was familiar. All the farm fields and old…
After-shock
When last week’s earthquake shook the foundation of the small island of Haiti, I didn’t…
On a roll
As the matriarch of my family, I am constantly amazed by what my little brood can do. Take, for…
Zumba Me
You know I am often game for public humiliation. Not on purpose, but by misfortune and by my own…
Its lovely weather for a shinny game together
Father Christmas has nothing on the father of my children, the Carpenter. He is the hero of the…
Oh, Spring
Oh Spring, your manic mood swings are giving me migraines. Could you please settle on a happy,…
Seeing things
Mick Jagger, you said it best. “You can’t always get what you want. But if you try…
Mrs. Claus
At this festive time of year, when the mayhem and merriment seem too much to bear and the to-do…
Beans n toast
I used to love grocery shopping. Then I had kids. Enough said. Now I am that crazy woman who…
In stitches
I blame my recent birthday for the terrifying realization that I have moved up an age category in…
Different is good
I tell my children all the time that it is good to be different, to be unique as individuals. Yet I…
Steer clear
I think we’ve established by now, dear reader, that I think entirely too much about far too…
Boys team
Sometimes, I wish I were a man. Today was one of those times. It’s days like this, where the…