Month: May 2019

In the end, I was never in peril – not from any murdering realty agents or from the psychopathic Murray Perch. I lived to tell the tale.

Have you ever pretended like you were asleep so you could listen in on someone else’s conversation? Admit it. I have.

…that I’m the same girl whose car was struck by a railroad gate.

I’ve reconsidered where the term “Indian giver” came from. And I think my brothers and I had it all wrong.

I have to share with you my Aunt Judy’s convoluted hooky story because her comment on my blog piqued my interest and I’m sure, probably piqued yours as well.

We wanted the kind of adulthood we had in college! You know, eating what we wanted, sleeping when we wanted, partying like we wanted and, yes, skipping classes as we wanted.

How is it that I remember all sorts of commercial jingles from 40 or 50 years ago but can’t remember a commercial I may have seen just two minutes ago?

I changed the trajectory of my life just to spend a day with my friends.