I have the unfortunate luck of being born nine days before Christmas.
Thinking it would be a great chance for family bonding, I excitedly told my son last night that the 1964 Rankin/Bass stop-motion special "Rudolph, the Red-Nosed Reindeer" would be on TV and we shou
I think my son is smarter than I am. Hand him a cell phone, and not only has he reprogrammed it to have infinite minutes outside our contract, he's also changed the body color.
We've had such a lovely fall, I hate to complain.
So of course it's pouring down rain on Halloween: I actually got creative and MADE my children's Halloween costumes this year, largely out of paper and cardboard.
The headache came on quietly. No sudden pain that would make you think you were having a stroke. No, this one sneaked in behind my eyes while I was out working on a story.
I can't think of another person who is more qualified than Malala Yousafzai to win the Nobel Peace Prize, to be announced on Friday.
I have a love-hate relationship with a clown.
I've always had freckles. Ever since the sun first hit my baby face, I've had a smattering of freckles across my nose and cheeks.
Somehow, in the past two weeks, my vegetable garden exploded. Its sole produce? Tomatoes. Have I mentioned that I'm allergic to raw tomatoes?