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…

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…

Tradition

I ran out to the CVS in town around dinnertime last week to pick up some graduation cards and on the way home, I drove past the middle school and immediately began to cry. Sloping up the school’s lawn, in front of the big white gazebo and under a perfect June sky, were the familiarRead more…