Yeah, This is another one of my bitch/gripe essays. How can I keep up the challenging pace? It’s not easy but I work at it. I try to find something negative in everything I see…
Soon, if we are to believe all the predictions, coyotes will be roaming city and countryside in six packs. Or maybe even convenient 12-packs. Why? The simple reason is that we–humans–have encroached on their territory.…
How many out there in the peanut gallery would do something if they could? Probably most of us. I know I’d like to end world hunger and save the whales, but that’s probably if I…
When I first went to school, the teachers didn’t stumble over my last name. They just called me by my first name. They didn’t joke about my last name, which was “Moster,” because you didn’t…
If my mother (God rest her soul) had only known how eating would change over the years, she wouldn’t have spent all that time when I was a toddler pushing tapioca pudding down my throat…
I suspect that some of you out there in ha-ha-land didn’t realize I was on sabbatical. Some of you probably just thought I was a lazy lump of human ectoplasm who couldn’t hack the routine…
I am so tired of the elections that I think I’ll retire to the bathroom and throw up. I am so darn sick of Hilary and the Trump tribe that I think I’ll commit hari…
The dilemma I’ve struggled with for about nine months–which I guess is the normal gestation period for brilliance–is how to poke fun at the fact that you’ve just had to say goodbye to three old,…
Nobody likes a crybaby, but nobody really, really likes an old person who acts old. And babies, kids and young gens X,Y,and Z. seem to sniff out those types very fast. It may be some…
I’m sure some of you out there in blogland are wondering about me, specifically why this clever aging woman with a forked tongue writes such hilariously relevant personal histoires. And the truth is that I’ve…
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