Remember way back when? When Valentine’s Day meant you got high from the pungent scent of roses delivered that afternoon? When you showered and shaved
Remember my cast iron skillet? The one that beat me down and made my cry until I was just a shadow of my former self,
I always wanted a cast iron skillet. I feel a kinship with them because they are so basic and necessary and heavy. I’m basic and
Last week, my neighbor Sue and I went out for dinner without the kids. We had been planning it for about a year and every
I don’t often toot my own horn, mostly because I misplaced it years ago, right about the same time my Weight Watchers paraphernalia went AWOL,