I’ve had to make a lot of adjustments to city living. The biggest was facing the fact that bad guys might want to break into my house. You might have heard that I’m from Hubbard, Ohio, a small town where everyone is either related, best friends or two degrees separated from both. I’m not saying […]
Daddy Sang Bass, Mama Sang Alto
I’m a singer in the sense that I sing. At home putzing around the house, in the shower, I sing whatever song is in my head and this normally consists of one or more of the following: * Whatever my husband set his alarm to play. He alternates among former crush Gloria Estefan’s Conga, Three […]
Leaning Toward Cleaning
Five years ago, I blogged that I didn’t do much spring cleaning because around the time that other people would notice that their walls needed to be washed and there was a layer of dust on the ceiling fan, I would abandon the filth and move to another house. Preferably one that had been cared […]
My Madcap Summer as a Candy Striper
When I was in seventh grade, my friend Lisa and I were Candy Stripers at North Side Hospital in Youngstown, the same hospital where I was born. In 1971, being a candy striper was what pre-teen girls did in the pre-Title IX era. We didn’t have sports, and we didn’t have a lot of after-school […]
Oil Pulling: 20 Minutes is a Long Time
I’m not saying that oil pulling isn’t for me. I’m saying I’ll do what I always do and try it but with shortcuts and little enthusiasm, cutting off time and frequency, then be disappointed when it doesn’t live up to expectations. Because that’s worked so well for me in the past. Have you heard of […]
Parenting? Guilty as Charged
I was chatting with another parent recently about guilt and how we handled it. Most parents carry guilt around like a clingy toddler. We try to ignore it, rationalize it and tuck it away in a nice warm, soft place, but it keeps hanging onto us. Over the years I’ve tried to banish my guilt […]