No Vacancy

Call me what you will...brute, barbarian, not-a-bird-lover.... That's fair.

Backyard Bunting

As if the bunting in my house that I've thrown together since becoming the proud owner of a sewing machine isn't enough, I decided that it was extremely necessary for me to have one adorn our backyard pergola.

Today, I Become an Actual Writer

Today was a long time coming. I finally sat down to compose a bunch of words that come from the thoughtful and emotional side of my brain that I one day soon would hope to turn into a book.

Mom, What's a Wedgie?

It could have been much worse. It could have been a really bad word. Or gesture. It was really bad. But not the worst.

For a Friend

At what age do our motherly neuroses become an embarrassment to our children? I'm asking for a friend.