Tall People are Annoying (So I’ve Been Told)

On a long drive to Michigan a week ago, my husband and I listened to various radio stations (yeah, we’re boomers who still like to play radio roulette instead of having a reliable playlist—it makes life more exciting). One announcer became quite animated over the summer solstice, which was occurring that day. Most of us … Continue reading Tall People are Annoying (So I’ve Been Told)

Making a Change in a Nation of Gavels and Guns

Trigger warning: this column refers to violent events--both real and fiction. My husband and I just finished watching Night Sky, a quirky series on Prime starring Sissy Spacek and J.K. Simmons. Spacek is one of my favorite actresses and she has been on a lot of television in the last several years: i.e., Bloodline, Castle … Continue reading Making a Change in a Nation of Gavels and Guns

We Storm the Building

We Storm the Building As dutiful soldiers We march into the yard We've trained with no weapons Yet daily stand guard We storm the building Each morning at eight Bulky backpacks a burden But we’re never late Our troops line the hallways First-graders salute Parading to classrooms In khakis and boots The clang of the … Continue reading We Storm the Building

Thursday Thunk: Downsizing, Downton-Style

It is no secret to family and friends that one of my favorite series of recent years is Downton Abbey. In fact, during one Christmas season, any time that I was baking dozens of scones for customers of my (very) small home-based bakery or preparing meals for company, I kept the six seasons rolling on … Continue reading Thursday Thunk: Downsizing, Downton-Style

Thursday Thunk: Paring Down

In 2015, my book group kicked off our sixth year together by reading Marie Kondo’s book, The Life-Changing Magic of Tidying Up: The Japanese Art of Decluttering and Organizing (I think it's hilarious that a book about minimalist living has such a cluttered title). The book had a lot of haters in our group. Yet, … Continue reading Thursday Thunk: Paring Down

HG: It’s Not Your Mother’s Morning Sickness

“He’s at the door!” I said to my friend in the passenger seat as I eased my van to the curb outside the emergency room entrance. “Thank you,” she said, her voice shaking.  “No need. I’m glad to help you in any way,” I assured her. “And I’ll be praying.” Her husband ran up and … Continue reading HG: It’s Not Your Mother’s Morning Sickness