My husband says I am an excellent travel companion—provided I can make it past the end of our driveway. Now, it’s important to note two things: A) Kris is extraordinarily generous with his compliments, and B) our driveway is 600 feet of “Just One More Thing.” As in, “Just one more ...

Excuses, excuses - It’s December 18 and I am woefully unprepared for the holidays, which is a bold departure from the normal checklists, menus and gifts blocking my closet. The holidays are a time to drink deep from the well of consumerism, to wake and worry early, to plan and prep late ...

If you can easily sign your name consider yourself lucky. Script writing is a thing of the past. My education in cursive writing began in first grade with Mrs. Christine Bell who wore a bell-shaped pin on her shoulder, and was therefore trustworthy. - Cat, rat, bat - During writing ...

Stewarts closed in 10 minutes and Carrie Decker and I were hauling hiney down Park Ave. Visions of raspberry sorbet danced in my head as I shifted the gears on my sister’s bike, hit a pothole and — bam! — launched. Tail-over-teakettle I skidded in a heap of raw skin and ...

It was the Day of the Dead, so naturally, I was thinking of dead people. My first catastrophic loss was my beloved goldfish, Romeo and Juliet. Doomed from the start, they lived a short and happy life repeatedly discovering their castle, until I found them belly up, side by side. My ...

Every generation thinks they worked harder and had it better than the ones to follow. Gen Xers were the last free range kids. We raised ourselves on hose water, canned pasta and B-O-L-O-G-N-A. We started summer days with a hearty bowl of sugar cereal, before being unceremoniously ...