Dear Santa: I recognize I’m a little old for this, but I have one Christmas wish that my…
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Seat of my pants
Now that I work from home I spend a lot of time alone. I like it. I also enjoy frequent walks,…
Summer nights
It was a beautiful summer night. The sun was setting, with the moon already bright and full in the…
A calculated risk
First term is almost over. It’s time for parent-teacher interviews. Twice a year, I meet the…
Hang up the skates
It’s time to hang up the skates, air out the hockey bag and reclaim the downstairs bathroom.…
Sped up
Before I begin, I want it on the record that I am a good driver. I have a clean driving record;…
Wings clipped
I know Halloween is over, but I hope you will indulge me as I share this little story about the…
The winner is …
There are few television spectacles I love as much as the Academy Awards, but it is not for the…
Question of balance
I have figured out the ultimate Father’s Day gift to give my husband, the Carpenter, father…
Same as it ever was
I am reaching that age where I have begun to cling to a decade of music that is reminiscent of my…
Forget it, Mr. Craig
Daniel Craig didn’t call, in case you were wondering. Based on last week’s column, I am…
Breakfast
After years of unsuccessful date nights, the Carpenter and I are trying a new thing: date mornings.…
Class is in
The only thing more annoying than the reality that summer 2013 has come to a close are those…
Christmas spirit
Perhaps my lactose-intolerant soul should have skipped the eggnog, because last night I was visited…
Validation is a funny thing
I’ve never been a winner. I don’t have medals, ribbons on the wall or trophies on a…