Disclaimer: I’m about to whine about fatigue and I have no children. If this is going to bother you, please cease and desist from reading
At my funeral my friends will describe me as strong, driven, funny, sincere, and self-assured (see how I fooled them?). I know this because I
When I was 7 years old, all of us girls had to gather on the square carpet in the middle of the Grade 2 classroom.
Each year I step closer to the age of 80 I feel delightfully surprised that my friends still shower me with birthday gifts. And each
My parents were incurable ABBA fans; it drove me nuts. Okay fine, it didn’t drive me nuts, I love it too, but covertly. It wasn’t
Dear reader, one of the lesser enjoyable things that can happen to you is reading anything I scribbled while operating under extreme emotional excess. Chances