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Cheer up! It’s not like it’s the end of the world . . .
Recently, while in Guatemala, I met a man. It just sort of happened.
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A recipe for disaster
I didn’t go shopping on Black Friday, but I did see the coverage on TV. It was nothing but huge crowds of people pushing, shoving and trampling each other. I told Mary Ellen it was deplorable that children had to watch adults behave this way before I realized it was the wrong channel. I was watching some disgruntled soccer fans.
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Chubby old Gringa in sunny Belize
As I write this article, I am privileged to be sitting in sunny Belize.
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Fending for myself
Mary Ellen is not a risk taker. Other than her commitment to me more than 30 years ago, she seldom gambles with the odds.
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Bucking for the bucket list
I have recently entered a phase of life that can either be described as a mid-life crisis or an experience in adventure.
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Finding the missing link
It was an exciting week for me. I’ve received over 500 congratulatory emails. What had I done to deserve this recognition? I didn’t have the foggiest idea.
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Much more than a Rocky Mountain high
Sometimes, I will have an experience that I desperately want to share, but cannot find the accurate words to describe it. I postpone writing it down until the memory fades, and I’m left with just a vague feeling of happiness, trying to recall the details that seemed so amazing at the time.
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Waiting room reading list
Last week I poked a little fun at my doctor, the ribbing the result of a questionnaire I was asked to fill out right before my blood test.
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Living with the inquisition
My youngest son is nearly 5 years old. He’s an inquisitive little boy who reminds me a great deal of his 18-year-old brother. As a young, inexperienced mother, I thought the constant questions would stop once a child got through the “why” stage. But by the time my oldest son reached the age of 9, I realized I was living in a perpetual state of Trivial Pursuit.
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Take this early holiday shopping quiz
Happy holidays, everyone! I know we’re still two months away from Santa’s visit, but no one told my mailman or the companies that have already sent me over a dozen catalogs with gift-giving ideas. Can you guess which of the following items are legit and which ones I made up? Read on, to find out.
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Cheer up! It’s not like it’s the end of the world . . .



