Pretty In Pink

I remember 15. It was not my best year. Family photos reveal that I was at that “awkward stage” one which  I think  lasted entirely too long.  Oh to have just one picture of me that looked anything like the one of  Miley Cyrus in a sheet. If I had looked like that 28 years [...]

Recommended Reading

I love Anna Quindlen. She always seems to say what I want to say and how I wish I could say it. I’ve read her for years and marveled at her way with words. Hence, Anna has a Pulitzer Prize and, well, I never will.
Here’s her take on the spin and the flip-flop of politics. [...]

Spin Cycle

Originally posted at November 9th
The thing I hate most about politics, especially in election years, is the spin. Politicians and their minions are expert at the manipulation of information for self-gain.  Mixed in between the charges and counter charges, the tit-for-tat and  the subtle word games lies some grain of truth. Or at least truth [...]

Mom, the Eiffel Tower, and the kiss I’m waiting for

 
My oldest daughter is approaching the age, oh who am I  kidding, has reached the age where she rolls her eyes and sighs a lot. Sometimes she treats her father and I like tired old out of shape grownups who know nothing and are clearly the two dumbest people on earth. Other times she can be [...]

History Lessons

Originally posted at November 9th
I was married to X for 17 years, counting the last one when all that remained was the legal document binding us together. Prior to that we dated four years, and were friends for a couple before that. Needless to say, X and I shared a long history. And, given the [...]

Who Is Good Better Best?

When my oldest daughter was a baby I remember thinking to myself Don’t screw it up Tammy. I worried a lot that I would do something to scar her for life. I was a new mom, all alone in a town where I knew no one,  completely exhausted, and slightly depressed; thus I worried and [...]

For Sale

 
Originally posted at November 9th
Sometimes playing the this time last year game is terribly amusing. I guess I’ve reached a point where any anger is diluted by my happiness and the absurdity of it all just rings the loudest in my ears.
I was roused from a nice deep slumber this morning by a phone call. Not my favorite [...]