A bored housewife jousts at windmills, pokes fun at everything from leg wax to Miss Manners.
Conversations regarding my daughter’s first flute lesson.* Before: Me – I don’t think Charlotte could’ve picked a better instrument. I really like the flute. Michael – But, have you ever heard it played badly? After: Michael – How did you like your lesson? Charlotte – Fine. My teacher is cute. Me – Oh, lord no. …
When I was a teenager, I felt that my oppressive parents and my oppressive church and my oppressive grandparents had burdened me me with too many hang ups about my body, because, I thought, the human body is a beautiful thing. Yeah, not so much. Be thankful somebody shamed you into covering your hoo-ha. Nobody …
In our home, the front room, which might have been used exclusively for having tea with important folks like the Queen of England or Sir Elton John, serves a more practical purpose – it’s the room where our whole family indulges in internet pleasures like blogging and playing Everquest. Each of us has a computer, …
I’ve been noticing a lot of roadkill lately. So, naturally, this got me to thinking about whether any of the squirrels in this area ever die of natural causes or even get old enough to enjoy listening to NPR. It occurs to me that I’ve never once seen a group of gray-haired squirrels sitting around, …
WARNING: DO NOT READ THIS WHILE EATING. How could I have recognized a person I had never seen before in my life? I couldn’t. Still, though, if I had known who she was, I’d have tried to memorize every last detail about her. As it was, our meeting was short and pointed, and in my …
So, is anyone else eating cake-mix, straight from the box?