Keeping My Christmas Spirit

Snow, Santa, Jingle Bells. I love Christmas – until the season is in full swing. And then suddenly, I’ve become a Scrooge, Grinch and Hater. So overwhelmed by how quickly it descends and all there is do, that the joy is sucked right out of me. The smell of peppermint, triggering the olfactory Christmas memories, makes…

Get This Cheese Baby Out of Me!

Unrequited love hurts. Literally hurts. Often, you don’t realize you are alone in a love fest until long after your dreams of eternal happiness are in full swing.  And then, the truth smacks you in the face.  Or, in my case, in the gut. After a 34-day separation, I discovered today that I still love…

Tidy is Not My Middle Name

This 1967 photo is the only known proof that I have actually cleaned something myself. Please note that my sassy dish towel apron did nothing to appease my distaste for this chore, as is evident by my facial expression. I not ashamed at all to admit that I come from a short line of sub-par housekeepers….