I’ve just had a dinner that’s about as Scottish as it gets: haggis, neeps and tatties – translation: haggis, turnip and potatoes. Unfortunately, I ate alone, since my husband was stricken by one of those random bouts of nausea that… Continue Reading
•My accountant said…you’re screwed. •Reduced to pointing…ordered coffee…asked 122 questions about flavors, additives, seasonal compatibility, sizes, place of consumption…small is Grande. Grande isn’t. I pointed at the first thing I saw…one of those please. •After shopping, when exiting the parking… Continue Reading
The worst moments of my day almost always occur in the morning, those few minutes where I know I can no longer hit the snooze button and I must arise and face the day. A mixed palate of anxiety and… Continue Reading
As is frequently the case, reading through one of Rob Lightfoot’s articles it brings to mind a parallel line of thought for me. His story about trying to remember stuff, like names of neighbors, reminded me of some of my… Continue Reading
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