How do I love thee? Let me text the ways. I love thee to the depth and breadth and height my thumbs can reach … Read the full story
With all the scandals coming out of old yearbooks, I thought it best to go through mine and make sure there was nothing incriminating lurking in there. Read the full story
I try hard not to hate anybody or anything, but I am having some very unkind thoughts about housework. Read the full story
I lean to the right. I don’t mean politically, but literally. Read the full story
With all the scandals coming out of old yearbooks, I thought it best to go through mine and make sure there was nothing incriminating lurking in there.
I try hard not to hate anybody or anything, but I am having some very unkind thoughts about housework.
I lean to the right. I don’t mean politically, but literally.
I recently took up a nasty habit I thought I had kicked back in high school.
It was "one of the most beautifully hideous bowls ever."
"Ah" is for looking at fireworks. "Aaaaaaaah!" is for running from serial killers.
There’s a lot of talk about night fashions this time of year.
There are not a lot of games that our two-parent, two-young-adult household can agree on.
For Christmas this year, I wanted to make my daughter a little book of family Christmas photos, because she’s at college now but the family albums are still living at home.
Writers love their commas, their periods, their dashes (sometimes too much). But there is one punctuation mark that has long been the object of scorn.
The day I actually got through to a customer service representative.
A Lego Christmas tree, Lego carolers, a little Lego boy building a Lego snowman with a Lego carrot for a nose ... I am in Lego heaven.
Newspaper lingo is a bit of a dying language, like Choctaw or Basque or Wiradjuri.
"Best line," "Best villain," "Best setting" and more from this year's Ghostwriters scary story contest for kids.
Aunt Sister is a Southern Lady who was raised right but overcame it, bless her heart.
15. Showing up to school and learning I have to take a final in a class I forgot I signed up for so I never went to it. I’m 56 years old and I still have this nightmare. In other recurring nightmares, I am being chased by a tornado, except I can’t stand up and I have to run on all fours, and…
They’re cold-blooded. They have fangs. They have eight legs and as many as eight eyes. What’s not to love?
Quoth the repairman: “I can take it apart and try to fix it, but it would be cheaper for you just to buy a new one.”
The ground has also gifted me some mysterious and wondrous objects.
The ancient Greeks wrote things usingnospacesorpunctuationwhatsoever
Health complaints go hand-in-hand with getting older.
Dang it. They rearranged the Publix.
Please stop calling my dog a boy.
He made me a mixtape. (It was an actual cassette tape.) (This was a long time ago.)
