A long time ago, at a newspaper far, far away, I wrote my first humor column. Back then, I didn’t make fun of myself, like I do now. Instead, I made fun of celebrities and movies and TV shows. Most famously, I once made fun of a big purple dinosaur.

Taking the whole family to a University of Alabama football game has long been on my husband’s bucket list. And so, on a glorious Saturday in October, I found myself trailing behind my husband and two kids up the entrance ramp to Bryant-Denny Stadium.

I have spent the past week reading 326 ghost stories, and I’m a little wigged out right now. The stories were entries in The Anniston Star’s annual Ghostwriters contest for kids from kindergarten through high school.

Alabama just passed a law requiring that cursive handwriting be taught in public schools. Otherwise, how will kids be able to read our nation’s founding documents? Or notes from their grandmothers? Or signatures?

I was sitting at the kitchen table a couple of weeks ago when I idly wondered, "Did I remember to get the air-conditioner serviced this spring?"

Musicians love to write songs about their mamas — from Ozzy Osbourne to Kanye West (yes, he has a mother) to the mighty George Jones, who wrote more songs about mama than all the rest combined. Some personal favorites:

I haven’t thought much about Broadway musicals lately (if you don’t count the times my husband and daughter unexpectedly break into "Grease" songs at the dinner table).

I am finally getting around to reading "The Life-Changing Magic of Tidying Up" by Marie Kondo. It’s been on the bestseller lists for months. Marie Kondo is a celebrity in Japan, where she is a professional tidier.

If they could get away with it, most of the boys at my son’s school would wear shorts all year long — even in freezing weather.

I have many fond memories involving cooking shows. When my son was very young and couldn’t sleep, we would sit up together in the middle of the night and watch old episodes of Julia Child with the sound off.