Driving with My Mommy Olivia is 15 and all she can think about is driving. Unfortunately, what stands between Olivia and driving is her mother. This is a short tale of driving adventure gone bad.

Share Yes, it’s true… I must confess. I keep a small flashlight in my bathroom for my nocturnal light emergencies. The overhead light can be really harsh on the old peepers. You never know what you need to see.

Reoccurring dream of bridge versus woman who eventually learns the layout and makes it across.

Share Describing Your Environment in Detail From Where I’m Sitting… At the moment, I’m in my favorite chair. It’s a worn, brown leather reclining wing back tucked into a niche on the lower level of our townhouse. The niche, dotted with black Pottery Barn wooden frames, highlights family portraits. Aerosmith’s, “Walk This Way...

Share   My friend, Mary,  came home tonight after a long day to a messy kitchen.  Walking past her husband and kids, she immediately started cleaning.  Wiping down counters.  Cleaning off plates of food. Emptying the trash. Sweeping the floor. The whole time complaining, and muttering to herself. “Why can’t you guys clean up after...