I Am Canadian (in a past life)

I have often joked that I must have been a horrible person in a past life to have the screwed-up life I have today. Maybe I killed Jimmy Hoffa. Or worse, maybe I brought smallpox to the New World and wiped out colonies of Native Americans. Perhaps I was a villanous saucy pirate wench. Clearly there …

Excuse me, have you seen my hojo?

There is a scene in this season’s finale of Downton Abbey where the Dowager Countess Violet (Maggie Smith) laments to fellow spinster cousin Isobel: “I will never again receive an immoral proposition from a man. Was I so wrong to savor it?” I am obsessed with this show, but this line may be my favorite. The …

Show me your rhubarb!

I’ve been back out in the dating trenches for six years now, not counting the months/years I've given up and stopped shaving my legs to attend ComicCon events as a Wookie. During this time, I’ve been on every dating site known to man. Well, except ChristianMingle. Let’s face it, if you’ve been in a sex-starved marriage, will …

John Grisham didn’t write about jury duty

8:15: There’s already 40 people here. I opt for a seat in the middle to get a good view of the tv. Everyone seems to be sitting in the back, like this is church and it makes any difference. 8:34: Introductory remarks from the jury clerk. I ponder whether this would be a good job. …

Postcards from a Heathen

I grew up in a Catholic household. You know, where there are crucifixes in every bedroom and a bust of John F. Kennedy. THAT Catholic. My parents are French Canadian and Polish, so you know their parents were Catholic too. (Although in searching for the missing limbs of my family tree, it turns out my …