Thirteen years is a long time, but in this context it seems like the blink of an eye. It was that long ago that Mommy died. Time does not heal all wounds.
I’m doing it again. I can’t believe it. I am officially pathetic. I am watching The Bachelor. I apparently had a lobotomy at some point since the last season.
The one with the new improved celebrity wannabe Heidi Montag on it. I promptly wrote a long scathing post expressing my dismay at her insecurities it all was.
I know that sounds like being pregnant, but it would explain my anxiety attacks and the crazy organizational episodes that I have. I suffer from depression.
So I am a little afraid of Craigslist. I actually found my current job on Craigslist, so from the user standpoint I am a fan. Now, however, I am attempting to sell something on my buddy…
Bob and his buddies are seasoned live music aficionados. Back in the day they saw everyone from The Who to Jethro Tull (not a guy named Jethro) to Emerson.
Marriage can be hard. It can also be fun and joyful and rewarding. But sometimes marriage is an uphill climb, over broken glass, in the snow, without shoes.
My first job about of college was as a sales assistant (secretary) to five young stockbrokers at the firm of Dean Witter Reynolds, Inc. I had no dream job.
My sister in law, the mother of my godchildren, is obsessed with documenting the life and times of her kids. My niece and nephew are one and three respectively.
The Internet can be a dangerous place for the innocent of all ages; even adults can be lured. The following is a cautionary tale, a public service announcement.