My Pet is Species-Confused, and I Don’t Care

Cory is curled up in a ball in my lap right now, hidden under a blanket topped with two pillows.  As soon as she realizes that I’m typing on my laptop, she’ll jump on the keyboard and rub her face against my hand. Every morning Cory sits by the front door, where the sun raysContinue reading “My Pet is Species-Confused, and I Don’t Care”

Move Over, Martha: How I Decorate for Halloween

This will likely surprise everyone I’ve ever met, but I spend a lot of time decorating for Halloween. I start months, sometimes years, in advance of the holiday, as I prefer an authentic approach to the scary season. Outdoor decorating started this summer when I failed to weed the flower bed or water the mums,Continue reading “Move Over, Martha: How I Decorate for Halloween”

I Only Know I’m an Adult Because My Back Reminds Me

Last month a friend texted me and asked me to bring beans to a golf tournament and help serve lunch to players.  I had to decline the invitation to serve, as I had meetings all day, but I still promised I’d bring beans.  Baked beans.  And she implied that I’d actually cook them.  Immediately I knewContinue reading “I Only Know I’m an Adult Because My Back Reminds Me”

Ten MORE Reasons to Buy My House

10. The Snizard Monster of 2009 has been missing for five years. Chances are she’s either escaped or dead. Of course there’s also chance she’s hiding in the attic, breeding tiny hybrid snake-lizards.   9. I chose really pretty mirrors for the bathrooms, and I’ll leave them for you. I want you to look atContinue reading “Ten MORE Reasons to Buy My House”

Ten Reasons You Should Buy My House

10.  I don’t want to live here anymore.  (The Husband says this isn’t a selling point.  To that I say, I was an English major.) 9.  We’ll actually take a little less than our asking price.  (Shut up, Husband.) 8.  We have shutters.  Granted they’re unopened and in the living room, they’re shutters nonetheless.  AndContinue reading “Ten Reasons You Should Buy My House”

What I Hope They Remember

This morning I made pancakes.  They looked like this. The smoke detector went off, and my husband had to take out the batteries.  Again.  I sent my five-year-old daughter to open the doors and turn on the fans.  Again.  And as my twelve-year-old son and his friend ambled out of his bedroom, I thought, This happenedContinue reading “What I Hope They Remember”