I just read an article pertinent to a writer’s life (that would be me as I am busily reinventing) that said if a writer blogs the writer...

Each spring, depending on where I live and for how long, I rush out and buy boatloads and buckets of flowering shrubs, impatiens,...

My heart stopped, and my hand slid over my mouth automatically. I could almost feel the liability issues crushing me in a vise-like...

I am blaming this on Obama. Perhaps the political landscape has become so imbued with universal healthcare rhetoric that veterinarians...

My husband is an even bigger IMAX fan than I am, so when he asked if I wanted to see the latest version of Jack and the Beanstalk (his...

Inserted between my daughter and her two daughters. It is with delight that I watch my kids move into the best times of their lives, and...

Disappointments are to the soul what thunderstorms are to the air. Johann C.F. von Schuller I ran across this marvelous quote recently,...

I no longer think this is possible. I have observed that my husband, when asked a simple question that demands an opinion or a...

“Fire! Fire! AAAAUUUGGGHHH!” I yelled, startled by the intimidating WHOOO-OOSSHHH  behind my back as I  sliced tomatoes, segmented...

Each Christmas I trudge store to store in search of the perfect gifts that will delight, amaze, and astonish. My motives are clearly...

It is not about countless trips to Boscov’s, Belk’s, TJMaxx, Marshal’s, Target, Macy’s, Pier One; anxiously selecting gifts that family...

Just one. Then they might actually have a clue what pain really is. Okay, so my husband has pulled groin muscle. I get it. I am sorry,...

I watched the vice-presidential debate on Thursday night,  and observed – with a kind of morbid fascination –  Joe Biden’s increasingly...

Ye olde Post Office, an American tradition A visit to the Post Office used to be as American as white bread. As hospitable as the Red...

I returned to the gym after a four-month hiatus. My body is screaming at me, but my spirit is smiling indulgently. My intention was to...

Alone. My husband and I met and married in the throes of empty-nesting; and most of our vacations have been accompanied by various...

My grandbaby, Sophia, reduces me to mono-syllabic, unintelligible wads of baby language that I did not even know I could pull out of my...

Every career niche seems to have its own in-crowd phrasing. When I was in advertising, phrases like “what’s the spiff?” or the acronym...

After two months of living with a Big Dog, conversations with friends that own Big Dogs, and babysitting a neighbor’s Big Dog...

Something happens to me when I shop in Hunt Valley, an exclusive Baltimore suburb, sporting upscale boutiques and salons. I feel...