I have a secret. Come closer. Closer. A little bit closer. Did anyone see you come in? No? Are you sure? Look both ways. Is no one behind you? Okay, good. Ready? Big sigh. My sophomore year in high school, at band camp, I was given a nickname by the upperclassmen. ARE YOU SURE NO… Continue reading This Isn’t My First Big Adventure with Pee Wee Herman
Writing Challenge #8- The Night of My 21st Birthday
So I completely failed this month's writing challenges. There was far too much pressure. But I persevered with a couple of writing challenges because I felt compelled to document them. One of them is the night of my 21st birthday. My 21st birthday was going to be unforgettable. I wasn't going to parties or hanging… Continue reading Writing Challenge #8- The Night of My 21st Birthday
This Lego Party Was Over Before it Began
I like writing for Netflix for many reasons: The posts pretty much write themselves because I love Netflix. I watch Netflix daily, as do my children, and I am very transparent in what I write about, so it is truly a good fit. It is a company I am proud to say I am in… Continue reading This Lego Party Was Over Before it Began
Welcome Home, Mamie and Papa
Earlier this year, I wrote about my dad retiring from the career that had taken them so far from us. A couple of months later, they started getting the itch. Not the “why are we here in life” itch, but the serious, practical itch: why are we in Tennessee when all of our children… Continue reading Welcome Home, Mamie and Papa
How I’m Making Winter My Bitch
Last winter, I had a tough go of it. In fairness to myself, when I was not in pain, I was making flavorless Rice Krispie treats. So really, I was not giving myself a head start. There were some high points, though. I had a cozy green chair I could not get out of, and… Continue reading How I’m Making Winter My Bitch
Dear Diary, Why Was I So Pathetic?
While I was cleaning my basement a few weeks ago, I made a discovery. My high school diary. If you ever want to see how much you’ve evolved, try reading anything you wrote before the age of 17. Fair warning: it can be a wild ride for your self-esteem. I should mention I’ve been feeling… Continue reading Dear Diary, Why Was I So Pathetic?