Sometimes I think people are going crazy faster than I can keep up.
I watched David Letterman’s final show last night with a sense of school pride.
The natives are restless at Crazy Acres, and by “natives”, I mean our roosters, Ben and Jerry.
I wanted to be a lot of things growing up.
Back in the day, legendary coach Bear Bryant (Roll Tide!) filmed a famous commercial for South Central Bell Telephone. He looked into the camera and said, “Have you called your mama today? I sure wish I could call mine.” Ever since, some version of that commercial pops up around Mother’s Day
If you wait around long enough, and find someone with the right amount of money, you can pay to have a study done on just about anything you want – and get the results you want, too.
A new Chick-fil-A opened in town last week. Many of my former northern friends — Yankees — asked me, “Why is this news?”
Lord, what a flap over Bruce Jenner’s interview with Diane Sawyer last week.
If anyone knows why I’m laughing, sobbing and screaming simultaneously, give me a clue.
“Keep your friends close and your enemies closer.”~ Sun Tzu, Chinese general and author of “The Art of War.”
A pox is upon our house. The flu, actually, but it might as well be bubonic plague. And it struck down not me, but my beloved.
I have issues with the Easter Bunny.
Me and my teeth operate under an armed truce. I don’t like them, but I need them.
This story has become a tradition.
You can’t go home again, according to Thomas Wolfe. But you can drive past it on the interstate and wave (according to me.)
If you have a job in the tri-county area, the odds are good that you commute to work. (Unless your job is being a full-time wife and mother, in which case you don’t commute because YOUR WORK NEVER ENDS.)
My best friend said if I smiled for 60 seconds it would be impossible to have a negative thought.
Marriage counselors say there are two main causes of divorce: Sex and money. I nominate a third: the thermostat wars.
We are not projected to receive any ice this week.
I make lists. Every single day. Lists for chores, lists for appointments, lists for groceries, lists for goals, lists for errands, lists of places I want to see before I die, and lists of every possible clothing combination in my closets. (Which is how I realized that tube tops don’t go with ANYTHING, but I have eight outfits for a funeral. …
I do an inward cringe every time I hear a grocery story or department store sales associate say, “One size fits all.”
Our dog has cost us more than my college education. Granted, it was in-state tuition 35 years ago, but still.
Coyotes, like armadillos, are now apparently everywhere. And by “everywhere” I mean near my house.
By the time you read this I will have finished my latest novel, “A Faerie’s Tear,” that is due for publication on Feb. 1, and will debut at the Berkeley Reads Tri-County literary celebration “Meet the Authors!” at Dean Hall at Cypress Gardens on Feb. 7.
For as long as I’ve been an adult, I’ve struggled with adult fashion. It’s just not practical.