8 Things Not to Pack to Sail the Greek Islands

In case you’ve been living under a rock, which is what I consider anyone not as fiercely connected to Facebook as this blogger, I just returned from a nine-day trip to Greece. “What?” you’re thinking. “This would be coming as a total shock were it not for your non-stop posts about this trip over theRead more…

fuck you aarp

Adding insult to injury, not only do I discover how deep the crows feet are getting around my eyes as I approach my 47th birthday, but the assholes at AARP thought it was time to reach out and invite me to join their sorry old asses. And to them I say, “Fuck you.” They canRead more…

Why I travel solo

eat, pray, blog?

Sometimes I think I should have turned to screenwriting, rather than blogging as a creative outlet, because I tend to see things in cinematic terms. In my mind, I’m always composing the (improbably cheesy) Lifetime movie based upon, of course, The Life of Amy. Like one morning last spring I was jogging up a hill Read more…

birds of a feather

For many years I did freelance reporting for small local newspapers. I’ve always loved covering an assignment — whether it’s a municipal meeting, community day or a wrestling match — and boiling it down to the most relevant bits and painting the picture for my reader of what transpired. But because I worked as aRead more…

litter bugs

I am not a magician. I know, this news comes as a surprise to my children as well. They live in a super-excellent world where the knife and cutting board they used to make a sandwich or sticky bowl and spoon leftover from a late-night ice cream snack magically disappear from the sink or counterRead more…

there will be blood

I didn’t go into parenting with the intention of becoming the breaker of hearts. To be the dasher of young dreams. But it seems it’s a role I am destined to play. Take yesterday for example: I was lying on my bed working Grey Gardens-style — with my laptop, assorted papers, reading glasses and KindleRead more…