We waited years to sell a house we never liked. Thankfully, three noteworthy events intersected last summer: our youngest graduated high school, our middle and oldest sons moved into their own respective apartments, and the economy bounced back from a decade-plus of real estate dregs. No one had to ask us twice. We grabbed paint … More Taxes, Death and Moving
Maybe Guy Lombardo’s hit song, “Auld Lang Syne” was better back in the 1920’s than today…think about it–we need massive quantities of alcohol to bring us to sing the dog, and even so, we can barely remember the lyrics. I mean, who really needs a song celebrating the fair-weather friends who come and go in … More Auld Lang Syne or See Ya Later, Sucker?
I recently went to a viewing for a man who died while dining at chain restaurant named for a vegetable. He wasn’t sick. He wasn’t old. He appeared to be in good shape. Danny was a good guy–he left behind a college-aged son and, between he and his ex-wife, they did a hell of a … More Things You Can’t Say Without Being a Dick
My husband had two days off in a row. Unusual for him. Wonderful for me. I miss the big guy when he works all the time. So, that morning, we looked out the patio door. Yup, it’s raining again. Driving, soaking, miserable, sopping rain. There’s been so much rain the first half of 2018, some … More Complaint Department: Closed
Today is December 8. It’s a date I easily remember. It’s the date John Lennon was assassinated in front of his apartment building in New York. But as for me, I remember it more as a day I nearly ran out of time… Funny thing was, only sixteen days earlier, my on-again/off-again high school/college sweetheart … More Time Through the Hourglass
Foxy Writer Chick 