At Least They're Committed

I snap my phone shut after texting “I love you’s” back and forth to my little girl then shift back to my train of thought. It’s ironic (for real, I know the word is mostly misused). Our site’s biggest critic is pushing all this enlightened information and helpful criticism at me sourced by his most esteemed expert/colleague who… Read more

“Nice try babe.” “Not nice enough, though, eh?” “No one’s convinced you’re crazy.” “Drat.” Read more

I had wondered. Maybe it took longer than I thought; maybe it didn’t. Ten days. Black, black liner and shadow encase my eyes, the whites and blue a stark foreboding contrast. Gray rouge, purple lips, I stare out the screen at the chirping  squirrels, chiding, tempting my dogs to try, just try and catch them.… Read more

Ugh. About to put Rich’s obit on the internal communication newsletter and I popped open the photo and it wasn’t the one where he’s talking to prospective students, with his lips moving and his eyes turned. It’s a black and white and his dark eyes are staring right at me and smiling like they always did and I… Read more

There was a little girl who had a little curl right in the middle of her forehead. And when she was good, she was very, very good. And when she was bad she was horrid. 😉 Mmmmmartini time! Read more

Micheline kept saying that we should sing, but of course we shouldn’t sing because we were at lunch to celebrate Erica’s and Karen’s birthdays and they didn’t want us to sing and, for that matter, I didn’t want to sing. We did laugh a lot and there was some singing, though. Like when we waited for our… Read more