Trick or Treat
Trick or treat, Smell my feet, Give me something good to eat. If you don’t, I don’t care, I’ll pull down your underwear. I was never...
Scary Movies, Move Away
Sunday, I settled onto the couch wanting to just veg while I mapped out the coming week’s blog posts. I had my coffee, pen, paper and...
To Fright Or Not to Fright
These final three months of the year are my favorite. I love the weather, the sense of family that surrounds the holidays, and the...
Too Busy to be a Kid
“Hey, why don’t we meet up at the park, have some coffee, and let the kids play this Saturday?” “Can’t. He has a soccer game.” “That’s...
A Parent with No Regrets
There is no such thing. Regrets seem to come with the parenting role. Oh, maybe not major regrets that keep us guilt-ridden our entire...
It Was Saturday Morning
On these days, I never left my pajamas. With a box of cereal and a gallon of milk I could be found perched in front of our giant wood...
The Bedroom with No Walls
We finally finished setting up the eight-year old’s bedroom a couple of weeks ago. I swear, that girl has an overabundance of ….stuff. ...
The Conversation No One Wants
Death. Unless it’s on the big screen or in a 500-page novel, no one wants to really talk about it. As a writer, I kill people all the...
The Procession of Goodbye
It’s a long drive. It doesn’t matter if it’s across states or just a few blocks away, the funeral procession is a long drive that no one...
If Time Could Freeze, PLease
Life needs a pause button. I mean, if Staples can have an Easy button, why can’t life have a pause button? The bills need to be able to...
