About thirty years ago I was in London for several days and didn’t take the short trip outside of town to see Stonehenge.
That’s why I was so thrilled to discover an exact replica made of Styrofoam in Virginia – how could we not veer off the side of the road?.. CONTINUE READING >>
I have a confession to make.
About thirty years ago I was in London for several days and didn’t take the short trip outside of town to see Stonehenge.
That’s why I was so thrilled to discover an exact replica made of Styrofoam in Virginia – how could we not veer off the side of the road?.. CONTINUE READING >>
I have known my mother-in-law since I was eighteen-years old.
Now, as a wise woman with over half a century behind me, I can reflect back on our relationship and see things with the clarity and compassion of 20/20 hindsight.
Yeah, right. I haven’t seen anything 20/20 in decades.
I have known my mother-in-law since I was eighteen-years old.
Now, as a wise woman with over half a century behind me, I can reflect back on our relationship and see things with the clarity and compassion of 20/20 hindsight.
Yeah, right. I haven’t seen anything 20/20 in decades.
I’m a squinter. Always have been. My Grandma used to caution me, “Quit doing that – your face will freeze that way!”
In my twenties, David would affectionately tease me about my “worry line.” He would always know when something was amiss, all he had to do was look between my eyes.
Fast forward thirty (or so) years and, still, I squint on. The squinting’s worst when I’m writing – I don’t even realized I’m doing it.
I’m a squinter. Always have been. My Grandma used to caution me, “Quit doing that – your face will freeze that way!”
In my twenties, David would affectionately tease me about my “worry line.” He would always know when something was amiss, all he had to do was look between my eyes.
Fast forward thirty (or so) years and, still, I squint on. The squinting’s worst when I’m writing – I don’t even realized I’m doing it.
Every once in a great while we receive comments like this:
Please don’t refer to your children as “spawn”. It sounds so disrespectful…
AND
You refer to your daughter as “Piglet”… How would you like being referred to as “piglet’ or “spawn”?” Have you ever asked her?
I’ve wanted to respond for a while now, but it didn’t feel right before I got my hands on the hilarious evidence behind our nicknaming… CONTINUE READING >>
Every once in a great while we receive comments like this:
Please don’t refer to your children as “spawn”. It sounds so disrespectful…
AND
You refer to your daughter as “Piglet”… How would you like being referred to as “piglet’ or “spawn”?” Have you ever asked her?
I’ve wanted to respond for a while now, but it didn’t feel right before I got my hands on the hilarious evidence behind our nicknaming… CONTINUE READING >>