In 1996, I was driving my Ford Tempo “Sherry” when a black car slammed into the driver’s side door.
You can tell how bashed in the driver door was.
I remember waking up with the gear shift between my knees.
This is what hit me.
R.I.P. Sherry
I was lucky to have only a broken collar bone and bruised ribs.… Read more ...
Do you know how many families are just like yours? We’ve all got aunts who can easily be referred to as the Cat Lady, or uncles and/or cousins who try too embarrassingly hard to be cool.
But how many U.S. households look like yours? Didn’t know if you peeped the graphic in The New York Times recently that gave us a glimpse inside our homes. The link of it is here.
After futzing around, I found that 8.1 million homes are similar to my … Read more ...
It kinda feels like someone is repeatedly slashing a razor blade across my shins. They’re shin splints. I’ve got ‘em. And it sucks.
My arsenal against shin splints.
I’m training for the Chicago Rock N’ Roll Half Marathon on Aug. 14 and it’s turned into a painful journey. I noticed the problem a month or so ago, so I got new shoes. They still hurt. I got compression sleeves (which are as sexy as old lady knee-highs.) When I ran the memorable 5K last month, … Read more ...
My Dad’s Father’s Day cards are still on my dining room table, about 500 miles from where he lives. Sad, ain’t it? But it’s typical me. For some reason I am unable to mail anything on time.
Every birthday and Hallmark holiday I simply cannot get the cards into the mailbox. I’m great at buying them, but that’s where my greatness ends.
This year it’s going to be different, I told myself weeks ago. I purchased the cards well before Father’s Day, thinking having them … Read more ...
Logan and a couple of kids from the neighborhood had been running around the front yard and playing reindeer games, until the oldest child decided to bring out her ipad.… Read more ...