Purses
I carry a Coach purse and I love it. I’m ridiculously proud of it and I walk with it front and center, to the point where it looks as if I am hiding an unwanted pregnancy; I tend to show it off when I...
View ArticleI am a Soccer Mom; I Have Arrived
I am not an athlete, nor have I ever been one. I got in shape once to see if I could do it. My parents were more athletic than their children. My dad got a scholarship to the U.W. for track and...
View ArticleThe War with Dishwashing
I hate doing the dishes. I really hate it. Kriner hates it too. We would have been divorced a long time ago if it weren’t for our dishwasher. (Not hyperbole) My abhorrence for doing dishes has...
View ArticleMan Sitting
A few days ago, a friend’s Facebook status was about some guy next to her who was doing something called “man-sitting.” I needed to google it, but once I did, I knew exactly what she was complaining...
View ArticleMan Hands
I have man hands. More precisely, I have a particular man’s hands – my father’s hands. My father had big, broad, strong, meaty hands, which is fine if you are a guy, but I am not a guy. I am a gal....
View ArticleMy Constantly Changing Hair
I have always envied those folks who have had the same haircut their whole lives. They found something they liked, it worked for them, and they stuck with it. Commitment! Regardless of trends, or...
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