Feminine Wiles

I'm a fan of holiday traditions. I always watch Dick Clark’s Rockin’ New Year’s Eve – although I’m not entirely averse to channe...

Today was a good day. I’m not normally a fan of “snow days.” Yes, I get the whole "winter wonderland" thing.  And as a born and ...

A few days ago, Darling Daughter opined, “Thanksgiving is my favorite.” “It’s not the turkey so much,” she continued, “It’s all the other s...

Son was incredulous right from the start. When I began writing Feminine Wiles – and at that point, it was more of a daily addiction than ...

We are not a sandwich family. While there’s no denying the convenience of eating right out of one’s hand (all hail the Earl of Sandwich ), ...

It was inevitable, I suppose. I can’t find … I seem to have misplaced … I just can’t put my hands on … Dagnabbit.  I lost a list. ...

Some 12 years ago, when Snarky Son (SS) was merely Sweet Son, his preschool class made a Thanksgiving “tree.”  Each child came home clutchi...

For our family, no holiday is as draped in tradition as Thanksgiving. Most obvious, there’s the food – eagerly anticipated and unfai...

Twenty-four years ago, in the weeks before I was married, I had nightmares. It's typical, I know, for brides-to-be to envision being...

Right now, our front sidewalk appears to have been booby-trapped by Wile E. Coyote (Supergenius), except that instead of being lined with m...

I am not a pack rat. My local  Salvation Army could very well attest to that fact.   Indeed, I wouldn’t be surprised if they developed a...

Tonight was Snarky Son’s first Homecoming Dance. It’s a pretty big deal at his school.  In anticipation of the big night, many of the fr...