One of the best things about having a sibling as an adult is that you’ve got someone to compare notes with. Vicki and I became closer when our mother died in 1993. Our father, Gordy, stuck around for almost twenty more years and became the third musketeer in our misadventures. But this blog isn’t about … More Growing Up in a Retro Hell’s Kitchen: “You’ll Eat It and You’ll Like It”
If you’ve read some of my posts or know me in real-time, you know I’ve had a rough couple years with breast cancer. You also know little else about it as I’ve kept it on the down low. Why keep my disease private? I didn’t want people to see me coming and feel awkward. “Here … More And the Breast of the Story Is…
Lesson #1: If it sounds too good to be true, someone has written a check their ass can’t cash. … More Don’t Let Your Ego Write a Check Your Ass Can’t Cash
And so, I went into marriage and family putting everyone else above myself. I know I’m not alone here–any woman who adds the job title mother to her already full list of responsibilities is well aware of the sacrifices it entails to raise children.
And yet, after a lifetime of doing so, I began to feel like I didn’t matter. … More Touched by an Angel?
When a friendship ends, unanswered questions and gilded memories often join up with the other Ghosts of Friendships Past and together they occupy brainspace like unwashed, disgruntled youth joining an urban camp-movement with others of the same ilk. So here on the cusp of 2017, maybe it’s time to clean up the camp–make sure the … More There’s Fungus Among Us
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