When I say music is my drug of choice, I’m not making an offhand statement. I don’t know how it is for other people, but music truly is a drug for me. The effects it can have are as real and intense as if I ate some speed or smoked a big ass blueberry blunt. […]
This confection came about when I wanted to make chocolate-covered cherries for my husband but didn’t want to deal with the candy-making part. I’ve always been a far better baker than confectioner, so this was a no-brainer. Over the years, it’s become a go-to item for holiday gift baking.
I get the pleasure of closing out the month of soups. I hope you’ve found some tasty treats to warm up your winter, and I hope you’ll like this one as well.
Actually, it will be Rock and Roll Kindergarten around here, but I couldn’t resist the opportunity to use a Ramones title. At any rate, it’s official: As of September 1, I am homeschooling my son. I’m still swinging back and forth between utter panic and cheerful nonchalance.
A while back I wrote a piece on easy ways to make a little money using the Internet. Two people passed along tips in the comments and told us about Swagbucks. I checked it out some, but life took a few turns before I could get too involved.
I’m a sucker for pink things and a lifelong salt fiend, so when my husband suggested I look into Himalayan pink salt, I went running to Google. I’m not one to buy into faddish health food claims or spend money on faddish gourmet items, but what I found was intriguing enough to make me open […]
I can’t remember when I wasn’t a reader.
Well, I’ve gone and stuck my head into the lion’s mouth.
The best kind: good art.
Every year is a good year, but 1977 was one of those years that changes everything. We may not have known it then, but we were on the brink of the future.
I find myself trying to excavate memories, chipping around the edges of what I do remember, looking for something else that may be poking out and within reach.
It’s one of the commandments: Treat all your children the same. Treat your sons and daughters the same. All kids get the same rules, the same stuff.
We sometimes find our solace in the strangest places. I’ve come to expect that, but I can honestly say I never expected to find solace and acceptance from an Internet meme.
I’m one of those people who would cheerfully have speakers implanted in my head if it were possible. Music is everything, and the delivery of it is crucial to proper enjoyment.
I learned a lot from NaNoWriMo, the first lesson being that it’s not a good platform for me. The required word count was just too much.