Blessed with strong Irish genes, I am built for potato famine and pumping out children to repopulate our people. Picture a wide center of gravity, thick legs, and…
What?? Did I just say that? Okay, here goes… this is an obviously touchy subject for many, with a hint of embarrassment. I mean, how do you go…
I smile at the cashier and say “Happy Holidays” as I check out of the grocery store line with a cart full of food for Christmas dinner. “It’s…
For the past year, I have been dating and indeed been in a full-blown love relationship with a man who is still married. He is, however, separated and…
Twenty-five days. From Dec. 1st to Dec. 26th, I’m a team player in the “Happy Holidays” games… I radiate joy and fa-la-la with the best of them (except…
We are all so concerned about the effects of social media on our children. There are articles that go into detail about the pain and trauma it causes…
I will defend my right to let my kids mangle the English language until you pry this “cockulator” from my cold, dead hands. I am not a gratitude…
I rarely remember my mother happy. She existed on a drip-drip of existential and real-time angst and an inability to let anything go for most of her 58…
From early October, when the stores start setting out their Christmas decorations, to the week after New Year’s Day, it’s everything Christmas. It drives me nuts. I hate…
Remember Thanksgivings before you had kids? I remember my first “adult” Thanksgiving laughing with family and friends, while cooking and sipping wine. The mismatched plates, not enough wine…