As I sift through my assortment of letters, cursing the prevalence of junk mail, I recall a time not so very long ago when a person’s worth as a human being was measured by the quantity of mail she received.

I was in college then and I was green and grateful. It was a simpler time. A . . . → Read More: Deliver Me

Every woman wants a romantic man. I suspect very few women actually have them.

Not long ago, I made one of my usual trips out to the Captain’s place for dinner. I called him when I left work to give him a head’s up and started my forty-five minute drive to his house.

When I arrived, I immediately . . . → Read More: Light My Fire

If you really think about it, celebrating Christmas requires a bit of skill. Nothing short of military training is required to brave the malls. Oscar-worthy performances are necessary to convince elderly relatives that footie pajamas were just what you wanted this year. It’s time to put into practice the evasive maneuvers formerly used for in-laws, but . . . → Read More: Oh, Christmas Tree

When I was nine years old, my uncle married his second wife – a hard woman who didn’t seem to like kids.

To be perfectly honest, we weren’t all that fond of her either.

One day my uncle and his new wife were visiting when she began to share details of the glory of having a fireplace – . . . → Read More: And Yet We Came Out Smelling Like Roses

Which has nothing to do with this post, but would piss me off nonetheless.

Ahem.

I am ever so fortunate to live in a part of the country where it begins to snow right around Thanksgiving time. So if you’re wise enough to stay in bed on Black Friday instead of getting trampled to death at Target while . . . → Read More: On the Twelfth Day of Christmas . . . I Was Still Standing in Line at Walmart