Monthly Archives: May 2011

Sometimes we get hung up on names. For years, I only heard my first and middle names together when I was in trouble. So they were kind of synonymous with “what have you done now?” Consequently, my nickname suited me … Continue reading →

My best friend Roxie lived next door. Each year, when her dad’s company Christmas party rolled around, she would call to say, “tonight’s the night.” As soon as I saw the Buick head out the driveway, I crossed the yard … Continue reading →

The phone rings and we don’t move a muscle to answer it anymore. I suppose it could be the Clearinghouse Sweepstakes or a ransom call or some long-lost relative. But if they don’t show up on caller ID, we will … Continue reading →

I don’t know about you, but I wish I had some kind of disingenuous detector so I could figure out how many people who tell me to have a nice day really mean it. Not sure when that whole hand-off … Continue reading →

The surgeon looked me squarely in the eyes and said, “So, how is it you’ve gotten to this advanced age without having a colonoscopy?” I knew he was right about my colonoscopy procrastination, but I took exception to the age … Continue reading →