Squash, anyone?
Mammograms are a necessary evil for women “of a certain age”. If we look for the reason why, the answer “men” springs to mind. I admit I have no evidence to support this theory, […]
Author: Barb Godshalk
Barb Godshalk is a married mommy of a now five-year-old wealth of material and lives with her supportive husband in South Jersey. She also studies martial arts and bakes in the hope of breaking even. Her work had been featured on the In the Powder Room website as well as on Sirius XM's late lamented Lime Radio. Recently, you can find her in the South Jersey Writers' Group anthology Tall Tales and Short Stories. Her daughter has taken over her house and much of her writing. The majority of works involve memoir and life lessons pieces with as much humor as readers can tolerate.
Freddie Mercury and the Earworm
Someone got my old lady dander up. Like a lot of other screen addicts, my daughter has discovered the miracle of you tube. I was already scratching my head at her watching other people […]
Dinner and a Horror Show
God knows it was about time. We had done everything we could but when it finally happened, we weren’t surprised. “Can you get us one more month?”, I asked. “Yeah, but that’s about it. […]
Guilt, Guilt and more Guilt
Guilt, the gift that keeps on giving. It seems that I spend a ridiculous amount of my life attempting to alleviate it. Just today, it snowed and school was cancelled. Must be a real blizzard […]
Karma, Where Are You??
How do you handle it when things go wrong? I don’t mean wrong in the sense that “oh damn, something broke” or “I’m late”. I mean things like relatives in the hospital, a disappearing spouse […]
Winter, you stink.
I have a few friends who are glad the holidays are over. Truthfully, I’m kind of bummed. There are plenty of things that annoy me about the Christmas season. Most of them are my fellow […]
Turkey Day Wish
It finally happened, I got a holiday! Our little family was finally able to stay home for Thanksgiving. It felt like we were officially recognized as grownups. Last year my mom decided to spend that […]
A Summer Memory
It was not, as I recall, one of my better summers. I had been doing temp work at a bank where I was hoping to get hired permanently. At the time, I had been recently […]
Invisible Vegetables, Sandwich Bags and Other Hauntings
The grownups, on the other hand, don’t look cute when we grow. We’ll be eating leftover Halloween candy through Easter. Is it ok to be almost grateful for preservatives? It’s really not a goal for […]
mess monsters
We spent this weekend cleaning up our house. I was looking for a DVD and all I found was a lot of dust and junk for a yard sale. Do industrial shopvacs pick up toys? […]