In the last 24 hours, I have Googled the following terms: “impetigo,” “hard cat poop” and “mesothelioma.” It goes without saying that the visual horror unleashed by the first two terms is something that will stay seared in my memory banks for the rest of my life. But it’s clear that I’ve got a lotRead more…
As I was getting ready to finalize my divorce, I opted to take advantage of the one-time opportunity to legally change my name the day the deed was done at no cost. After spending a grillion dollars to get out of the marriage, it seemed like an offer that at least needed to beRead more…
In the almost four years since my ex-husband moved out, there have been a few times that I really wished the guy was still around. Like when it snows. Say what you will, but that man could shovel like a motherfucker. He’d be outside for hours, first clearing the driveway and front walk as theRead more…