Waxing rhapsodic about motherhood is not something I’m ever likely to do, at least until I’m a waning old woman who’s losing herself. Then again, waxing in general is not something I ever do – to cars, floors, or legs. Tried waxing various furry parts of me once, and...
Headless Goats & Wrong-Headed Women
Evan Davidson of Inglewood, California, gazed upon what was supposed to be his beloved wife at rest in her lovely expensive casket and told the mortuary that they had the wrong woman; it wasn’t her head, even given being dead. The news article didn’t mention whether or not he...
Priest Baiting
With all the cardinals returning to Rome to roost and preen their fine red plumage, the bird watcher in me remembered something heretical I wrote Before Blogging, back in the day when I had to find real people to address. Yes, it’s a real letter, and I really sent...
Knowing My Place
Hell is not being consigned to flames of woe. Hell is being assigned to work beside a refrigerator – a noisy, full-sized, gleaming white one. You might wonder what business a refrigerator has in the center of a large open office environment, a presumably professional and public sort of...
Beef Stew & Bitching
“I will grudgingly do this, Mom,” wrote Younger Son. How can you be irritated at a kid who uses a great word like “grudgingly” and even spells it correctly? This was in response to a gentle reminder I’d posted about doing math homework or something equally as attractive. My...