Enough is enough.   I’ve wasted immeasurable hours in bed tossing and turning, talking myself out of going. What lame excuse can I make up this time, besides “I’m too tired.” Truth be told, I’d rather scrub the toilet bowl until my knuckles bleed.   Procrastination is […]

I was as green as a kale infused smoothie. All dressed up in my floral scrub top and crisp white pants, with a box of Tic Tacs in my pocket.  I felt rattled. Would I be able to cut it? It was 1998.  My first […]

If I was a shopaholic, I’d be holed up in rehab by now.  Living down the street from the mall is too good to be true! I sometimes take it for granted. Are you kidding me?  I’d be kicking and screaming if I ever moved.  […]

Every time I see a swelled belly, I still stare. I can’t help it.  No, not a “wine gut” from toasting the weekend or a “muffin top” from devouring junk food and decadent desserts. But, the one that grows a human being. Pregnancy is a […]

Here’s the thing. I have a mixed marriage. My husband can swim.  I can’t.  Not even a little bit.  It makes for unique Caribbean vacations. No couple snorkeling, parasailing, paddle boarding or scuba diving.  You know, all the water sports that look like a helluva […]

My husband is an IT Project Manager for an aerospace and defense company. In other words, he’s the guy who makes sure stuff gets done on time, so he doesn’t have egg on his face. So, I thought he would jump at the chance to […]

I can’t think straight. She’s always on my mind. We’ve been in a committed relationship since 2001. While driving to her place, weekly, my heart flutters. A centrifugal force takes hold.  I’m not proud to say.  But, sometimes I cheat and visit other locations within […]

They’re summer staples, as popular as vanilla ice cream cones, hammocks and street fairs. Makeshift signs nailed to neighborhood trees and wooden stakes on front lawns. Tag sales, yard sales and garage sales are magnetic draws for curious cheapskates rummaging for good finds among dusty […]

The gall that I have a fashion category on my blog is hysterical.   I am not a fashionista. I can’t figure out when I gave up. Or, perhaps, I never started. My faded, stained and stretched out yoga pants are a disaster.   And, not from […]