Family, Home, Lifestyle, Writer


I woke up this morning to find that I only had one earring.

I was devastated.

These earrings were a birthday gift from my mom many, many years ago.

I never change them.

My ears are allergic to most earrings.

But these ones are gold, and they have been perfect for years.

And now one of them is missing.

I shook out my pajamas and my bedding.

No earring.

Yesterday I cleaned the house.

I dusted and mopped.

I did laundry and changed sheets and vacuumed.

The earring could be anywhere.

If I bought myself a new pair of earrings, it wouldn’t be the same.

Because these were a gift from my mom.

I searched the house hopelessly.

I checked the washer and the dryer.

I checked the clean laundry.

I checked the vacuum canister.

In the end, when I had given up all hope, I found it!

It was on the rug under my desk.

It must have fallen off after I had vacuumed.

Yay – I can continue to wear my mom’s birthday gift!

Home, Humor, Lifestyle, Writer

Valentine’s Day

I have failed, once again, in my lifelong quest to never make cute food again.

It’s always a disaster.

This time I tried to make Valentine heart cookies.

They looked cute before they were baked.

But they puffed up in the oven.

And came out looking rather eczematous.

I wasn’t sure if they needed frosting or cortisone cream.

Well they turned out tasty even if they weren’t pretty.

And I will continue my quest to avoid making cute food.

Family, Mostly True Memoirs, Writer

Happy Birthday

On this day, February 4, I became a mama.

My baby boy is now a grown man.

He inspires me every day with his determination.

And his work ethic.

And his quirky, subversive sense of humor.

I was a little worried on the day he was born.

I don’t know anything about sports.  Or cars.

How am I going to raise a boy?

All these years later, I still don’t know anything about cars.

But this boy has turned me into a Super Fan.

Happy birthday, Kiddo.

I’m proud to be your mama.