Get pumped! It's going to be a gorgeous weekend to celebrate St. Patrick's Day. Head downtown Saturday to enjoy the parade—here are the deets, straight from Parade Director Jimmy Finnegan himself
I couldn't help it, I laughed—and I laughed HARD, the way we do sometimes. Right up until the joke was on me. Here's the story of me, a military vet, and my right side view mirror....
Best lines from this blog: "Why do you think so much weird stuff happens to me?" (My husband) replied, "Because you live." Here's more of the wise words we loved from Renae's Mortality Moment blog...
Aka when you're hit with the fact that we ain't here forever. I'm not one for the tin bucket list—I see it as mortality frugality—but That Moment does bring to mind some stark realities...
Whether you're the largely underappreciated Faulkner or just a largely unknown Southern storyteller, you can find inspiration in curious places—including a donkey jonesing for a swift kick
After a failed V-Day surprise involving a risqué love letter and a bologna sandwich, this year I'm taking a different, more humbling approach: I'm thinking about timeless, ageless, G-rated love
Is a good afternoon snooze the cure for most anything? To subdue the daytime drama, tune out the world... Read this and you might rethink all those high-octane afternoons
A nation overtaken by radicals? I believe the majority of people don't fall into these categories, but are simply classified as such because of political affiliation. Here's a quick (fake!) experiment
PMS, High T, Low T, HRT... TNT—commercials pound these acronyms into our brain. I know they're legit, but these maladies really just give both genders an excuse to let our hormones get the best of us
My eldest daughter once vowed that she would never do two things: Listen to Elvis' "Blue Christmas" ever again or wear a black one-piece swimsuit. Here's how I schemed to have her to do the first
The lights dimmed in the Dock Street Theatre and suddenly we were all kids again ("I said THE word, the big one, the queen-mother of dirty words...") Want in? Get your ticket! The show ends SUNDAY
Kids making noises with their armpits, boiled peanut shells tossed out of windows, and cries of "He's touching me!", "How much further?", and "I have to pee!" Let's hear it for family road trips
This story won't fit neatly into a Hallmark card, though that's exactly where it began. Me, in the depths of the 2008 recession, looking for just the right thing to send out into the world
Bird carcass meets Pyrex meets half-tin-foil-covered mac-and-cheese... A touch of frostbite from fridge-shelf battles equals a good Thanksgiving in my book
I know, I know, those sourdough starters can be about as welcome as a chain letter. Unless it's been molded, kneaded, shaped, baked into a cake, and given to you by a true friend
AAA batteries in a meringue pie. Sweet Junior finding a wife with whom to share the holidays. The image of a “rotund little shorty” chomping on a turkey leg. What about Renae’s post DIDN'T we love?
Shotgun blast explosions in the kitchen, pies with a side of triple-A batteries, portly stepmothers who take to the turkey leg Flinstone-style—these holiday blunders bring out the best in us...
