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Mother, Writer, treasure hunter, aging red head, and sushi lover. This is my view on life, "Straight up, with a twist––" because life is too short to be subtle! Featured blogger for Huffington Post, and followed on Twitter by LeBron James– for reasons beyond my comprehension.
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First, let me explain the title… I can easily come up with 21 things that I irrationally (if you say so) hate, but the idea for this post comes from Ericka Clay’s post, which she stole from me, before I … Continue reading
… When the TV’s on. Ok, I’ll take one for the home team, and before you all start writing… I know we’re not all on the same team. It’s a phrase. Nothing more. Some of you ladies will disagree with … Continue reading
You, yeah, you, I see you following me. I noticed you slip in, and I’m aware that you’re there, hovering in the shadows. I noticed the abstract name, the mysterious links. I admit it, it was a little thrill to … Continue reading
Play it; listen to this gem. One of my favorite songs. Ever. By anyone. And no one sings it like Dave. The title: Dancing Nancies (speaking of names, who the hell is Nancy—let alone multiple Nancies), but so many of … Continue reading
Note: This post was already in the works, nearly done, when the horrific events in Boston occurred. Boston is my home town and my heart goes out to all of the runners and spectators who were impacted by this terrorist … Continue reading
Note: This is fiction. Or mostly fiction. Well, the names and places have been changed to protect the people who wish I would write fiction. It’s also an indelicate subject in places. If you can’t handle suffering, don’t read on. … Continue reading
Damn you Facebook! There I said it; and I mean it. Damn you. It’s not bad enough that I am turning fifty (that looks better than the numbers) January 9th, but Facebook went and told everyone that my birthday was … Continue reading
I get that generation after generation has felt like I do: some of this newfangled stuff is just doodoo. So I’m an old lady. Bah! If you ever worked in a restaurant, which I did for nearly 15 years (from age 14 … Continue reading