I freely admit that I am one quirky girl. Even my quirks have quirks. Some are almost endearing but most, I suspect, fall closer to the annoying… Read more “Confessions of an Anti-hoarder”
Month: March 2016
Where’s Rhoda?
I want a cohort. I’ll be even more specific: I want a neighborhood cohort. After spending my formative years with my nose glued to the boob tube… Read more “Where’s Rhoda?”
Guess who’s coming to dinner?
“I’ve had enough,” my youngest son announced as he pushed away a half-finished taco. “I don’t feel like having any more.” My husband, Mark, and I exchanged… Read more “Guess who’s coming to dinner?”