“If you wait for inspiration to write, you’re a waiter not a writer.” That ditty was in my Twitter feed this morning. I tweaked the original, and I think…
Yesterday I wore a skirt and my black chucks. I felt cute and fresh and young. In the evening, Emma and I took Sloane to the dog park. I asked her to…
Since the beginning of our kissing career, my oily forehead combined with Steve’s glasses has proved hazardous. Steve stopped finding it cute after the first day. Now I…
I often wish I had pre-fabricated signs tucked away in my glove box to flash other drivers. There would be different packages, of course, for my different driving…