At Least They're Committed

Speaking of idioms, it occurs to me that “a bird in the hand is worth two in the bush” is only true if you want to eat the bird. In that case, the two in the bush are worth nothing to you because saying something you can see and can’t have is worth two of one Read more

“I want to ride my bicycle, I want to ride my bike. I want to ride my bicycle, I want to ride it where I like . . . ” I’ve had that Queen song stuck in my head — in a good way — since Mother’s Day when my family presented me with a Read more

Stuffing my hand into my beach bag, I pull out my phone, blow the sand off the screen and check my cryptic notes before starting this blog. It’s over, I’m home. I’m typing this naked (ALONE!) with sticky brown dye streaking through my overwrought, sun-bleached hair, Biore strips running horizontally across my face and tiger stripes where my Read more

As a little girl living in Ann Arbor it pissed me off to no end that during the summer, when it was light outside well past 9 p.m., I was still sent to bed at 8. The ceiling in my room at 3369 Beaumont was sloped, so the open window was low, with its sill at the level Read more

Before I actually listened to Grammar Girl’s podcast “Commas are like people on the subway,” I thought, “yeah, the fewer the better.” Then I thought, “unless there’s only you and someone else and he or she is a mass murderer.” (Serial commas, serial murderers . . . ) But when I listened to the podcast, she meant Read more

“Hey!” “Hey! How’s it going? Nice of you to stop by.” “So quiet around here, figured I’d come down.” “Aw, thanks for thinking of me.” “Well, it’s you who’ve been thinking of me . . . a lot . . . you’ve been rather chatty.” Sigh. “Yes. Between my poor Dez pulling scalding mac and Read more