From Twiggy to SpongeBob, in a Flash
The announcement arrived as they often do these days — via social media. Emmy and Drew are engaged! The groom-to-be had popped the question in an “Instagram-perfect setting,” overlooking rolling hills of vineyards at sunset. “Oohs,” “how sweets,” and “lovelys” quickly filled the comment section on the couple’s feed. The proposal had been anticipated for some time, and family and friends could not wait to celebrate this wonderful occasion. So much to do, so many decisions
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Yikes! We’re Turning into Our Parents.
The “beep, beep, beep” of an Amazon truck backing up the driveway got hubby’s attention. Popping his head out of the door of his home office he asked, “Did we order something?” “Yes, we sure did. I ordered a wall-size calendar to keep track of our schedule now that we’re retired.” Hubby’s eyes grew wide as he surveyed the calendar’s rather giant size, needed to display my overeager plans for organization. “I ordered the largest one they had. It came with a set of erasa
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Hello, Meta? It’s Me, Annie
I thought it would be easy. Like piece-of-cake easy. I’d already done the hard part—picked the topics, wrote the “mostly true” stories with just the right amount of embellishment, and landed a catchy title. If I do say so myself, this book was destined to be a slam-dunk, instant bestseller. But I was getting ahead of myself. Waaaay ahead. Before I could even think about what I’d wear to accept my Pulitzer, I had to actually publish the book. And sell a gazillion copies. W
3 days ago3 min read
“The Ball, the Bush, and the Bengay”
Oof! Ouch! Dang!”—and a few less printable words—flew out of my mouth as quickly as I’d teed off. It happened faster than a blink, and in hindsight, I was lucky it wasn’t worse. I had just launched my cute Barbie-pink ball (of course it was Barbie pink) from the 5th tee, soaring it across a craggy canyon. Sure, it landed in the sand trap, but hey—it cleared the ravine, and I was darn proud. Hubby, congratulating my athletic triumph, dropped me off just past the gully so I cou
3 days ago2 min read
Channeling His Inner Neanderthal
“Wait until you hear this one—you’re not going to believe it!!!!!” The ding from my phone announced an early morning text from my friend Janey in Arizona. The excessive exclamation points betrayed her emotional state. Coffee first, I thought, grabbing an extra-large cup. This could be a doozy. Janey isn’t one to exaggerate, but I had a hunch about the source of her exasperation. “Ring, ring.” She picked up faster than you could say bagel. “Thank goodness you called. I
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