Uplifting And Positive News
Funny thing is I had no idea this was a problem As marital disagreements go, This was one I wasn’t expecting. It popped up on a typical weekend day for Husband and me, sitting side by side at our dining room table. I was puttering away adding uplifting and positive news stories to my website. Husband was busy creating our next travel adventure. “We might be going around the world on Emirates Airlines First Class,”
Leave it to me to ruin Facebook. Granted, your high school frenemy’s unending photos of her perfect children, the Russians, and your Cousin Allen’s hysterical political posts made the first big push. I, now, have finished it off. With the help of my naughty dog. There was one wonderful, happy place left on the place that has become a social media cesspool. Was, being the key word. Not long after Husband and I adopted our crazy blue tick coonhound-beagle-dachshund mutt,
The holidays are dead to me. Which is a big reason this is one of the best times of the year. By “dead,” I actually mean THE dead, as in those who have passed. I love how they have a way of taking a seat at my holiday table. Something tells me they might be at yours, as well. From the moment I pull my grandmother’s pressed glass serving pieces from the cabinet that came from great
You just never know where certain feelings will pop up. Here’s one about a trip to Florida, a nude beach and gratitude.
My embarrassing shameful Thanksgiving behavior inspired by 4 ounces of adorable, creamy, goodness.
What really went down after I dropped off our youngest at college This was not the plan. Not the plan for the plane at all. “How do you think you’ll do?” This question has come from multiple directions all summer long. All in anticipation of what mothers around the world dread. The Empty Nest. I could’ve placed one hand across my heart and the other on a stack of “What to Expect When You’re Expecting” and answered entirely truthfully. “I’m fine. Actually,” I’d
Daria and Jim are a nightmare. At least to certain forces we face every day. The companies and marketers who bombard us with romance of stuff. No matter how much you have, you need more. Clothes, shoes, boats, houses, trinkets. Daria, especially, gets that. Stuff-loving hoarder. That’s how she described herself. So much stuff it led her to having one of those “How’d we get here?” moments. “We looked up and realized we had lived in the same house for
At least I have his anniversary present figured out. That’s what I’m telling myself. To calm down. After discovering what I discovered my husband doing. In bed. Where he wasn’t alone. He was there, Happily, With my beloved tweezers. Watching TV, relaxing, and removing random old man hairs. I pause early in this column to share, That all those years I dreamed of having a husband, A wonderful man in my bed, The image that came to mind, Well, safe
An opportunity has been missed. In this Graduation Season I see a long list of celebrities, politicians, and business giants asked to give commencement speeches. I watch. Looking to be impressed. Instead, I’m left with the feeling that once you get past the famous name, there’s often something missing. The feeling that, well, My dog could do better. So, graduates of the Class of 2018, let me fill in the blanks where perhaps your commencement speaker left you wanting. I
It’s not that I meant to meltdown my four year-old neighbor’s birthday party. Just talented, I guess. And giftless. Yes, I dared to walk into a four year-old’s party without a gift. Crazy week, whatever. I know when you’re four, you know birthday equals presents. I did have what I thought was a brilliant idea. I just happened to have an old Hot Wheels car laying around. It must’ve been left over from a long ago visit from one of
