I wish time would quit taking my body out back to beat it up.
What happens when parents find themselves alone.
Photo Credit: C.C. Chapman
I lost one of my earliest cheerleaders early this morning. That makes three this year—Mary Beth, Nancy, and now Joan.
When it comes to charming strangers, my sister is one in approximately 400,000.
Does anyone else have this habit of buying stacks of books that you’re afraid to open?
I know you want me to get up, you haters of all things sedentary, but man, oh man, I do love the couch.
The day my sister got crazy excited about a black guy she saw in the library parking lot.
I like the idea of having been handed a map to my time on earth.