It was Tuesday, January 19. I had just returned from my trip to Alaska where I had met Tula, a precious lady I instantly loved because of her sassy disposition and her unusual name. She was quick to tell me that Tula was Greek, as in Toula in My Big Fat Greek Wedding. I told Tula that I loved the { read more… }

See if this is how you do it. Measure the line using the ruler provided. If I were to measure this, I would say this is 4 inches plus 3. Anybody? I know at least one other person who measures this way, and it’s yet another reason why we’re BFFs. That whole eighths and sixteenths thing just gets way too { read more… }

Facebook and the rest of the social media muddle is not always my favorite for many reasons, but this weekend was an exception. I loved every single picture of every single mom with every single kid. I was one with the “love” button for Mother’s Day. I even contributed to the cause with a collage of my own two most { read more… }

It was a perfect storm Monday morning. Literally and psychologically. Outside the kitchen window, the thunder and lightening provided dramatic special effects and the rain poured down. Inside my head, another storm was brewing. I’m not sure if it was the combination of Fruit Loops and Coke Zero for breakfast or what, but my thoughts were like If You Give a { read more… }