Dear Richard and Jeff and Elon, What’s up this summer, boyz? Oh, right – you guys are. Pretty high up there, in fact. Cool, cool. I know that…
Being a mom and feelings of guilt seem to go hand in hand. From the moment we get confirmation that we’re pregnant, it’s far too easy to start…
The week between Christmas and New Year’s is a mental and spiritual Twilight Zone of sorts. Even in a normal, pre-pandemic year, I find myself mildly nauseated for…
Dear Santa, I know I’m a middle-aged woman who long ago stopped believing in you, but can I just pretend this year? Can I time-travel back to that…
I’m typing this while feeling both hopeful and utterly annoyed at the same time. It seems to be the ailment du jour for many Americans, as we still…
We’ve all seen the memes about what a dumpster fire this year has been. Hell, we’ve lived it, so we are acutely aware that this has been the…
If it were possible right now to take our big ol’ Land of Liberty and roll it up, squish it inward and mold it into an actual person,…
Yes, we’re thankful our sons are healthy. Yes, we’re glad they are home and safe with us. And yes, there’s a part of us that feels a little…
When my now-husband and I got married twenty-plus years ago, we had to undergo a few sessions of couples’ counseling with a pastor before we could get married…
I’m decidedly not one to freak out about all this virus-pandemic-end-of-the-world-disease discussion, but I must admit that on one sleepless night this week, as I tossed and turned…