Deep cleaning: is that even a thing?
Our son, James, has shown some disturbing qualities, and I blame my husband, Patrick, who has been his stepfather since 1991. Let me explain. The other day we were talking with James, and he mentioned […]
Our son, James, has shown some disturbing qualities, and I blame my husband, Patrick, who has been his stepfather since 1991. Let me explain. The other day we were talking with James, and he mentioned […]
Bucket lists are fashionable, with people grasping to fulfill lifelong dreams. I don’t know about you, but I am intimidated by some of these lists that look like a ‘to do’ list for overachievers. And […]
Last week, when Patrick drove home from choir practice and backed into the garage, I did something bizarre. I did not suck the oxygen from the car, offer advice, and shriek “Don’t hit the recycle bin!” […]
The other night Patrick suggested we have pizza, and I wasn’t in the mood for it. I decided to go along with him, and once I smelled it cooking and the steamy pie was before […]
I just celebrated my one year anniversary with a new job. It brought back memories from last year when I was facing unemployment and trying to update my resume. Of course I wrote about it. Despite […]
After 24 years of marriage, my husband Patrick did something I’m not sure I can forgive. This will surprise anyone who knows him, since he is almost a saint. He is kind, patient, and always […]
I just saw a commercial for the Nissan Murano, touted as “the most social car Nissan has ever designed.” This innovation has raised some disturbing questions for me, and I feel I owe it to […]
It’s almost Valentine’s Day and love is in the air. My husband and I have had a great run the past 25 years, and a lot of people ask us how we’ve been able to keep things […]
It’s cabin fever season here in the northeast. Everyone is tired of winter and ready for spring. I have it easier than most since I am an indoor person by nature, but even I get restless this […]
I grew up on an Aroostook County potato farm where I revered the spud. It represented nutritional calories on the table, money in the bank, and my ability to buy school clothes after serving an annual sentence of forced child labor. I […]