Yes, that title should be sung. You can sing it a la Karen Carpenter, though I usually just remember the version from Happy...

Back at the tender age of 15, I worked at a local restaurant. It was a small place, owned by a married couple, where the husband was the c...

I'm sure you've marked your calendars already and you know that tomorrow, February 23, just so happens to be National Pancake Day (e...

Errrrrr....uhhhhhh.....yeah, I slacked off a little this week when it comes to this blog.  I could rattle off the other things I've bee...

When I was a kid, my mom always washed our empty yogurt containers and used them for all sorts of odds and ends.  This practice must have b...

Years ago, in my pre-motherhood days, I used to go to the local thrift store somewhat often and peruse the book section. Most days, I found ...

It must have been something I ate.  I woke up this morning feeling really terrible. Like, REALLY terrible. Anyway, I'm starting to f...

I've always liked oatmeal.  I know, I know - it's kind of an obvious thing to say. Like the guy my husband worked with who sa...