Blonde Determination

We’re being stalked by my husband's grandmother. She may be gone these thirty years, but she still reappears with each generation.

Writer's Crush

          There I was a couple of years ago, waiting for our small town’s Cultural Council meeting to get started.

Spring Rite

        

         My husband’s talking to himself again. I’m trying to give him a wide berth, not because his eyes are spiraling in odd directions – although that’s still a possibility – but because it’s tax season.

Worlds I'll Never Know

One of the initiations into the world of adulthood is the realization that it's not what we had thought it would be.

Fashion Watch

          So last night we were watching a cop show we’d found through our Amazon Prime account (Bosch, based on the Michael Connolly series. How could you not like a series where the main character is named after a bizarre 15^th century artist?).

We're Surrounded

     We live in what is classified as suburbia, outside of a small city that’s 20 minutes away.

The Hunt is On

     Today was a shopping day, practically mandatory when it’s 50 degrees out and raining.

Once more into the breach

   

     I had an opportunity today to again use the breathing skills I acquired for the birth of my kids. Knowledge is a wonderful thing, and it’s good to know that something once learned is never lost. 

One Less Farm

          When we moved here in 1996, I was eager to embrace all aspects of this small town.

Spring Awakenings

Anyone with any sense will be outside today.

Razzle Dazzle 'Em

        Last night was filled with fishnet stockings and pouty red lips – so no, not our usual Friday night. 

The results are in

          My Super Tuesday posting is a tad late, but I’m going to blame it on my horror at the primary results for our town.

My Day

      Those people who produce a blog post each day are pretty impressive.