Feathers, Football and Forbidden Favorites

Every year, right about now, the same quiet panic sets in. Football is about to take my co-viewer for six months, and the shows we love are piling up. So I do what any reasonable woman would do. I run a campaign.

The Fine Print of Saying No

All I wanted to do was decline an invitation. Instead I was asked for my phone number, a verification code, and my agreement to fine print. That was my limit.

Pillow Talk

Hubby never once told me there were too many pillows on the bed. He is far too clever for that. Instead, one day, he started making a statement.

The Mercy of Laughter

Years ago, a friend’s mom told me a good sense of humor can save your life. I didn’t understand it until the day we buried my dad, when one unexpected sentence made us laugh in the middle of our grief. Sometimes survival sounds like laughter you didn’t expect.

Back That Thang Up

It started with Hubby backing into a parking space I would have pulled straight into. That one moment sent me down a rabbit hole of all the little everyday differences between men and women.

I Came Up Laughing

I didn’t panic when I fell into the water. I stayed under for a minute, holding a private underwater strategy meeting. …

The Annual Renewal Dance

Every year, a subscription renewal notice arrives with a number no rational person would accept. What follows isn’t a negotiation. It’s choreography.

When Wild Rice Goes Wrong

A familiar dish, a new brand, and a quick pivot in the kitchen. A light reflection on tradition, pride, and knowing when something just isn’t working…