Feminine Wiles

As much as I love to write, I hate to speak. Put another way, I hate speaking even more than I love writing. And that’s saying...

On the bookshelf in the house where I grew up, there was, snugly tucked between Webster’s Unabridged Dictionary , and Everything You Always ...

As I write this, some 1,000 birds are twittering and fluttering around our driveway. OK. Maybe not literally 1,000. But it does resemble a ...

We’re in the thick of autumn here in Charlotte. The temperature is dropping, the foliage is lit up like church windows on a Sunday morning, ...

Fifteen-year-old Son is two years, 10 months away from beginning college, which means two things.  One , I’m certain that he needs to be...

Darling Daughter is attending an 80s-themed birthday party this weekend. The 80s?  Say whaaaatttttt?  OMG.  I suddenly have an ice-cream-he...

When I was a kid, two words were off-limits. It's not what you think.  Of course, all "curse" words were forbidden -- includ...

Oh what a night.* My 30 th high school reunion was this past weekend and I am exhausted.  Exhilarated.  And as event coordinator, exonerat...

Do you know how many calories are in an 8-ounce brick of cream cheese?  I do. Dammit. The fact of the matter is that, I can, without any...

I opened a bank account yesterday. Kinda. It’s out in the middle of Lake Wylie. Sorta. Yep. It’s one of those “liquid” bank accounts – ...

It still surprises me to say this, but baseball season is almost over -- and I'm sad. I know.  For most fans, the season just began.  I...

We’re the best, ain’t no maybe. We’re the Class of 1980. What was I thinking? I was back in Charleston a few months ago and ran into a fr...