Stories About Muddled With Family

My Default Mode? Guilt, 24/7

So Much for New Year's Resolutions

Default Mode: guilt

Most people are flexing their New Year’s Resolutions muscle. Not me. I’m already stuck in my default mode: guilt! Read more

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Thirty-Seven Years Ago

It was the Opposite of a Terrible, Rotten, Horrible, No Good Day!

Thirty-seven years ago, Handsome Hubby and I said our “I do’s.”

To state the obvious, a lot has happened in the years since then. Read more

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Devilish December Book Angst.

I Didn't Make the List, Again. Bah Humbug!

Book angst

It’s the holiday season, the time when most peoples’ minds and tummies turn to shopping and food. Not me. Devilish December signals my full-blown seasonal book angst. You think I’m kidding? Read on. Read more

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Happy Thanksgiving

Happy Thanksgiving

Giving thanks. 

Good health. A loving family. Lots of friends. Rewarding work. Loyal readers.

So much to feel grateful for.

 

From our home to yours,

Wishing you a Happy Thanksgiving. 

 

Here’s hoping you too find much to feel grateful for

as we celebrate this festive — and caloric — occasion!

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Gifts I DO Want

Greed is Good ... or So I Heard

Gifts I do want

Last week I detailed a lengthy list of gifts I don’t want for the holidays. This week, I turn to the gifts I do want. It’s a shorter list, but it’s pricy. So, hold on to your wallets and buckle up. It’s a doozy! Read more

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Slow Cooker Salvation

A Cooking Klutz's Can-Do Device

Slow Cooker Salvation

My grandmother was a great cook. My mother was a great cook. So were my sisters-in-law. Handsome Hubby is a whiz in the kitchen. I, on the other hand, am a well-known cooking klutz.

My mother and grandmother tried to teach me the culinary arts, sharing prized family recipes. My sisters-in-law gave me cookbooks. And HH misguidedly took me on “romantic” date-night cooking classes. All epic fails! Read more

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Liar, Liar

My Pants are on Fire!

Liar. Liar

From childhood on, we are taught not to lie. Yet, in my increasing decrepitude, I realize I increasingly lie … and that is the truth! Yes, liar, liar. My pants are on fire! Read more

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I Want to be a Celebrity Wife

My "Wine Me, Dine Me" Summertime Whine

I want to be a celebrity wife.

It’s the end of summer and I’m feeling restless. Discontent. Work-a-holic Handsome Hubby won’t take a vacation. All I do is slouch around, wearing baggy sweatpants and jeans. Clearly, I’m in a rut. What to do? Based on reading People Magazine, the “only” solution to my summer ennui is to marry a mega-star and become a super-hot celebrity wife. Read more

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Handsome Hubby is Hot

An Ode to AC, Not Me

Handsome Hubby is Hot

HH is hot and happy. For him, it’s Christmas in July. Well, August. Of course, energy efficiency is the reason. Read more

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The Bearer of Bad News? Not I!

One Ringy Dingy

The Bearer of Bad News

I called my 31-year-old son the other day. His first words were, “What’s the matter? What’s wrong now?”

Does he perceive that I am always the bearer of bad news? Yikes! Is he right? Am I always calling with bad news? Worse yet, is there only bad news to convey? Read more

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