You know how the Universe throws shit at you? Yeah you do. Like, you’re going along and minding your Ps and Qs and then BAM! Something happens that renders you into a quivering pile of cytoplasm. Or maybe it was some fabulous thing like falling smack dab in love. Or … [Continue reading]
Rooster & The Beag
January 4, 2013 By
The tennis match was fun, but I was looking forward to my meatloaf during the entire last set. Apparently, I was not the only one. Walter “Roo-Roo” Rooster was waiting to see where I’d land. Rylee The Beag hedged her bets and was camped out on the end of the couch. Note in … [Continue reading]
Spontaneous Goat-Herding
January 3, 2013 By
First, I swear to a Mennonite God that every word of this is true. You cannot make this shit up. I was throwing a birthday party for Kate’s 40th birthday party and was amazed to find myself so prepared that I had a blissful 30 minutes all to myself before packing the … [Continue reading]
I am THE WEEBLE
January 1, 2013 By
** Sorry about yelling. I’m also sorry about the metaphors in here. They are exhausting. You might need a nap before reading this. Despondent. It’s not a happy word. I’ve been there; I’ve lived it. My ex of 16 years ditched me for another, a “dear and close friend.” … [Continue reading]
Spirits with Dinner?
December 30, 2012 By
When mom said she booked us a dinner at The Joshy for 5:30, I reacted with a Pavlovian drool-fest. Joshua Wilton house is an architectural gem and also a fancy pants restaurant in Virginia, near The Parental Pad. I love the sea scallops in a butt'ry drizzle over some … [Continue reading]
