So let me get this straight. There is a giant rabbit who appears once a year to hide colorful eggs and leave baskets full of candy … including miniature chocolate versions of himself .. which we then eat. I’m not sure we are showing proper appreciation for the Easter Bunny.

We have officially made it to spring! Let’s give ourselves a collective pat on the back for surviving March. But keep a weather eye out. Just because it’s spring doesn’t mean everything will come up daisies.

It’s time once again for March Madness, the annual ritual in which my husband goes a bit bonkers watching the NCAA men’s college basketball tournament. He yells at the TV. He whoops and hollers and jumps around the living room. He panics the dog and the cat.

They say that, after two years of pandemic, we are entering a “new normal,” but I am skeptical. I mean, can we really move forward as long as Tom Brady refuses to leave the NFL? 

My daily routine has been upended umpteen times in the last few months — and that’s not counting what the pandemic did to it. My time sense has gotten so bad, one recent morning I spent 10 solid minutes trying to remember what year it was. (I thought it was 2023, and couldn’t figure out why …

Nobody besides Samuel L. Jackson has ever asked me what’s in my wallet. But they frequently ask me what IS my wallet?

There are certain questions that have long troubled me. I finally went looking for answers:

I’ve been a fan of word games since I was 10 years old and reading AARP magazine. (My parents subscribed. I didn’t look at the articles, but I absolutely loved the word search on the back page.)

It’s the circle of life. Or, since the following announcement is about music, maybe it’s the circle of fifths.

Me: I think it might rain tomorrow.

’Tis the season! Holiday shoppers are flocking to the stores … I was almost run over twice in the Target parking lot.

I choose to live in the woods, which means I’ve experienced plenty of home invasions. Squirrels in the attic. The lizard that crawled down the chimney. The rat that chewed a hole in the dishwasher.

It’s time for everybody’s favorite part of Thanksgiving: leftovers! A survey for the Honey Baked Ham Co. a few years ago revealed America’s favorite Thanksgiving leftovers:

Here’s a thing nobody ever told me about having an empty nest: I hardly ever cook anymore.

My husband and I have recently started watching our favorite TV shows the old-fashioned way: one episode a week.

I’m worried about the kids. There were nearly 600 entries in this year’s Ghostwriters scary story contest for kids, and things got dark, y’all.

ME: I keep getting all this mail from AARP, and I finally gave in and joined.

We asked readers to send us their terrible dog stories for a chance to win a copy of Rick Bragg’s new book “The Speckled Beauty,” about his terrible dog, Speck. Y’all sent in stories of dog vs. possum, dog vs. rooster, dog vs. tiger. The winner of “The Speckled Beauty” is Dorothy Cypher of J…