It's not that I set out to intentionally make those around me uncomfortable. I just do it. The problem has been pinpointed (I've no filter and say what others only think) and named: I believe the textbook term is Verbal Diarrhea. I've learned to live with VD (teehee) and make adjustments when ... » Learn More about And I Was So Excited When They Learned To Talk…
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You Can’t Live Up To the Hype So Stop Trying
Hey, you. Yeah, you on the other side of this screen, squinting your eyes to focus and grumbling about the ad that just popped up. I'm talking to you. Are you listening? I don't speak many worthwhile words these days, unless QUIT HITTING YOUR SISTER! counts. But this? It's ... » Learn More about You Can’t Live Up To the Hype So Stop Trying
Changing of the Guard
The cold air lifted and the clouds parted, casting a warm glow of sunshine on the new blossoms below. I drove down the familiar road to find that with the bitter snows, a neighbor's Brittany Spaniel had also disappeared. His dog house was boarded up and his spot in the yard vacant. Maybe the long ... » Learn More about Changing of the Guard
Why Every Husband & Father Should See Pixar’s Inside Out
I didn't marry the poetic type. He would never write me a song and strum it out on a guitar. He's not overly emotional, either. The man couldn't even muster a tear when he saw my radiant self walking down the aisle, despite my requests that he do so. Yes, I am that obnoxious. I don't recall him ... » Learn More about Why Every Husband & Father Should See Pixar’s Inside Out
Loving the Mom in Me
Knick-knacks, art, stamps. Souvenirs from worldly travels, cards with personal messages scrawled on the insides. The theory behind collecting tangible mementos to serve as a personal cache, storing the happy and bittersweet, is well and good. Reminiscing is proverbial soul food, comforting and ... » Learn More about Loving the Mom in Me