As I’ve said here, I’m pro-political correctness, although I don’t much care for that term. I don’t think it’s “political” to treat people with basic kindness: to refer to them by names they don’t find offensive and to not perpetuate harmful and hacky...
All my life I have been cursed with an eerily good memory. I’m not Marilu Henner good, but I am stalker good. If you and I met only once 15 years ago and you told me a story there’s a very good chance I’ll remember it. I remember things you don’t remember telling me....
I entertain a lot which means I stay up drinking and talking with people well past the hour when I should be in bed. Even on “school nights” when The Husband and I swear a blood oath to each other that we will be finished by a very specific and agreed upon...
We’ve just celebrated an anniversary, or as it’s become known in the 21st century, “Bask in the glow of our perfect and loving relationship via social media” day. My heart still goes all aflutter every time The Husband writes something nice about me on Facebook and...
“We must be willing to let go of the life we planned so as to have the life that is waiting for us.” …Is how a bullshit meme on Facebook goes. You’ve probably seen it over a picture of a sunset or a lotus or a Native American. I’m just kidding...
