My father is a fan of saving a buck or two. When I was growing up that meant collecting spare cans and never turning on a single light. I’m really good at seeing in the dark. That also means instead of fancy toys, growing up, we had cats, lots of cats. My mom didn’t buy …
One thing in life is guaranteed. No not death. Not taxes. If Dad is in the kitchen, Mom is pissed off. My Dad loves to cook and bake and it makes my clean freak mother crazy. There is one thing my dad has always cooked very well; My Dad makes the …
Rainy days were meant for blogging in front of a roaring fire. This been a pretty phenomenal rainy day. All day long as I sit in my cabin in front of a roaring fire enjoying this amazing fall weather, friends and family have been texting to tell me they saw my column in the local newspaper. …
Sometimes I feel like I must repress some of my childhood memories and then they come flooding back to me at the mention of a subject like mushy lettuce. Oh yes, mushy, chewy slime-like lettuce brings back the memories of the Whoppers and the summer of eighty-nine. In the summer of 1989, …
When I was thirty years old I briefly kind of moved back in with my parents. I lived in their driveway in their fifth wheel for a summer while I was going through my high net worth divorce with my supposed dream man. Living in close proximity to my parents is proved to be a …