Small Talk

I’ve discovered you don’t really know children until you see them eat.

I am left-handed. Based on the struggles it has added to my life, I truly did not wish it on any child I produced.

I wince to remember that I had once been a childless working person who sincerely posed the classic question, “What does she do all day?”

This quarantined holiday was the simplest, least stressful I have had as a grown-up.

Where does the Lone Ranger take his trash?  (to the tune of “William Tell’s Overture”) To the dump, to the dump, to the dump, dump,

I do not have a dog. My daughter and her sweet husband, who currently reside with us, have a dog.

If I wanted Christmas lights up, I had to hang them.

Sometimes full of meaning and sometimes utterly pedestrian, doors are mostly something we race through so often, we don’t even notice them.