Who doesn’t love A Few Good Men?

Note:  This post is from a prompt in my writing group.  The challenge was to pick the 14th photo in your Facebook album and write about it. This is my story. I’ve never been a fan of parties. I don’t mix well with crowds. I suck at making small talk. I prefer to linger by …

Where did my weekend go?

I am ashamed to admit it. I’ve become one of those women. If you had a hidden camera, or Skype, spying on me this weekend, you would have seen me painting my nails, drinking wine, and wasting hours upon hours of my life watching the Hallmark channel. I realize that this confession probably ruins the …

Tales from the Crypt

I have an obsession with sailboats. I had a house full of artwork and photographs and models of sailboats.  Usually sailboats in treacherous waters for some reason. Someday I am sure I will have that psychoanalyzed, but I have a sneaky suspicion it has something to do with the phrase “any port in a storm”. …

The Walk of Shame is better in another country

One of the most important events in my divorce recovery was a girls’ weekend trip to Montreal four months after I moved out. The idea came up at happy hour one night, when my friends Meghan, Carly & I decided to take a road trip for a long weekend. Even though it was early spring, the weather …

My children have fur–don’t stare!

I am not what people call the “motherly” type. I am sure this has something to do with the fact that I am about as friendly as a sea urchin. But to those who really know me, I just don’t do babies. I have five nephews and two nieces, and I can count on one …

So…40 happened

The one thing nobody tells you about turning 40 is that is causes a rupture in the space-time continuum such that every year thereafter passes three times as quickly as your pre-40 years. (Disclaimer: I’m not a scientist. I don’t know what the hell I am talking about here. I don’t even watch Doctor Who.) …

Travels With Crazy

For years I have believed I could compete on The Amazing Race.  Whether I would win or not would depend upon finding the right partner. By “right partner” I mean someone who is a triathlete who can drive stick shift, has high tolerance for eating disgusting things and is willing to wear a fanny pack, because …