It's 1 a.m., approximately. I can't really see the clock from across the room.
So another birthday has come and gone, bringing me ever closer to the last birthday I'll have. That's a cheerful thought!
Santa, baby, I've been an awfully good girl this year, so hurry down the chimney and bring me the following:
So I was a bit premature last month when I crowed about not having even a louse stirring in my house.
Because tomorrow's Thanksgiving, it's time to remember all the things I'm grateful for.
1. My family. Both the one I came from and the one my husband and I have created.
With apologies to Clement C. Moore...
It's the week before Thanksgiving,
And all through the house,
not a turkey was stirring,
no, nor even a louse.
As I peered out the bathroom window this morning and saw the light frosting of snow on rooftops and lawns, I felt a shiver of dread.
One of the great things about Fort Wayne is that we are a convenient stopping point for national touring acts.
Hey, did you know that breast cancer exists? You do? Great!