THE 40-something, wanna-be Solid Gold-dancing, Breck Girl. In story form. Because I never have nothing to say.
I’m sure most of us have lived in a place where at one time you had a seasonal problem with some type of insect. In the many different places I’ve lived, I’ve had issues with ants (the teeny, teeny ones), ants (the big and crunchy ones), and in one house one year we had an infestation of wasps after they…
There’s a special freedom in getting older, in learning to allow yourself to do what you want whenever you want to do it. What you do as an older adult becomes more like a game, and there are no more rules, because you don’t care what people think. Even the toys have…
Anyone who knows me will tell you that I’m one of the least organized people they know. That is not entirely true. I mean, it is for the most part, but there’s a bit of a qualification. I tend to have a picture in my mind of how I want things arranged…