Not Personal? Like Hell. Bottom Line? So NOT Okay.

All of this happened on a playground, with my children under my feet, and dozens of other caregivers and kids standing witness, their jaws agape. Take it personally? You bet I will.

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Word. Peace Out, Pops. 

My father HATES snakes. Rather like Indiana Jones hates snakes, only more vehemently. When I was little, a black snake got into our farm house. I vividly recall his unrelenting flow of profanity as my dad chased it around the first floor, while my mom, brother, and I looked down from the upstairs hall. Without going into gory details, the snake…

If the Super Moon Wakes You up for Silly Games

This morning we played Peek-a-Boo with our friend the Moon. My son and I, giggling softly, wide-eyed in the quiet room. Mister Moon slid swiftly across the Western sky Ducking behind tall buildings – I’ve never seen him be so spry! “Hey, Moonie, I still see you!” My Boy called out in glee. For while…

Clearly, I have but One Way to Answer

When in NYC – thou shalt not #fangirl.  Living in the Big Apple, I’m no stranger to celebrity sightings, not that I have pictures and autographs to prove it. Part of becoming a New Yorker is adhering to the unspoken rule against acknowledging any celebrity who is just trying to get on with daily life.    I’ve bumped into Phil…