Grampa started in early with offers of Cold Duck. The same Cold Duck he had obviously already been enjoying. Even my Dad didn’t want any of that swill. Instinctively, I shrunk back, standing behind my Mom. Although Mom and Dad assured Grampa no one wanted any Cold Duck, he would check in with us on…
The alarm sounded, music uploaded onto the clock interrupting their sleep. Honest to God, she’s never going to change that music, he thought. At least “Run to the Hills” accurately reflects the annoyance of waking up this way. I hate when she lets the alarm go on and on, it’s so inconsiderate. Doesn’t she realize…
Under Construction: Brussels, the European Union, and Me This post was inspired by the Write on Edge RemembeRED writing prompt: “Imagine your life, or a part of your life, as a title and tagline. That’s it. Give us the title, and give us the tagline.” You know I can’t leave it at that. This prompt…
I knew what I wanted. I had pictured tears of relief and pride at the finish line of my first half marathon, but my eyes stayed dry. My words were salty instead. “If I ever talk about doing that again, punch me in the face.” I also muttered obscenities regarding the measurement accuracy of the…
A Gift The song didn’t exist and then, as if by magic, it did. He sensed it could be his greatest work. When Paul Simon said, “I think you should sing Bridge Over Troubled Water,” although Art Garfunkel obviously did sing it (and Paul ironically resented how the song came to be associated with Art),…
It’s the holiday season (so whoop-dee-doo and hickory dock) which means I’m down to one blog post a week. I haven’t run since Saturday either. Merry Christmas! Our annual Christmas card photo shoot is a wrap, but it seems a little early to post it. So this week, I thought I’d share the history of…
With apologies to Jane Austen, the writers of He’s Just Not That Into You, and Naughty By Nature. What makes people think they have special psychic powers on the topic of other people’s feelings? If you are really psychic, I think I’d rather know what stock is really going to take off next week, not…
It was a delicacy we had only once, but my family still speaks of it decades later. Mom’s cauliflower goo was before its time. Today she could call it “cauliflower mash,” an ingenious carb substitute! In my pre-FoodTV youth, overcooked (and/or canned) vegetables were the norm. My family hadn’t even tried Chinese take-out yet. But…
By the end of each school year, I was spent. My notes, so carefully written in the beginning, were barely legible by the last pages of my notebooks. The freedom of summer was not only about time, but also baggage. Before I left school, I had to give back all of my textbooks. I gladly…
Dave and I got married 12 years ago today. We kept it simple and got married as close to our dating anniversary as possible. So on Wednesday, we will have been together 19 years. Nineteen years sounds like a long time to me. It’s exactly half my life. And it’s gone by at an alarming…