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Tag Archives: Humor
I meant to get my entry in right away this week, but two weeks past due, my daughter finally delivered a gorgeous, 7lb 6oz baby boy. Our hearts are full. I’m always thankful to Rochelle for her commitment to Friday … Continue reading
No. Watching Ellen DeGeneres cannot cure depression. If it were that simple, we wouldn’t have an epidemic of depression and suicide in this country. No miracle cures–– depression is hard to shake–– but one day of watching Ellen DeGeneres more … Continue reading
When I departed Tel Aviv, Israel, about 36 hours and hit submit on a Huffington Post piece: on aging, and the crisis that my son’s birthday created for me recently–– I figured it would be out there in a week … Continue reading
You go to the supermarket, to pick up a few things for dinner. You’re just passing the Gala apples and headed toward the brussel sprouts–– because you’re an adult, and you’ve learned to like them–– and there she is, your … Continue reading
A Fruit fly! Hot damn! It’s that time of year again, and I’m losing my mind chasing these horrible creatures around my kitchen, with wet hands (because, if you didn’t know this: it’s easier to kill them with wet hands) and … Continue reading
Note: I’ve been off the blog grid lately, aside from Friday Fictioneers (which I’m late for this week!). Too much on my plate, juggling some big stuff, and figuring out how to make my blog and Huffington Post co-exist with … Continue reading
The other day I was playing with my dogs in the kitchen. Gracie is a 9 lb Chiweenie (chihuahua-mini dachshund mix) who is technically my grand-dog, and Luke, is a 70 lb yellow lab who is 15 1/2. Technically, Gracie … Continue reading
This week’s photo stumped me. I had a story idea right away– a couple of ideas, but none of them felt just right. I went for playful, period influenced, noir’ish. Not my usual approach, but it’s where the words took … Continue reading
Here I am, circling the drain again– banging my head against the same old wall– built with bricks of crumbling self-esteem, and topped with barbed-wire of razor-sharp self-loathing and remorse. On the heels of a stellar summer of travel and … Continue reading
TALES FROM THE MOTHERLAND 