This week, as I prepare to march in my hometown 4th of July parade, I’m feeling more patriotic than ever. Wanna know why? Because I give a shit. I feel like America has been...
Tagged: Mistress of the Mix
Oh, the things we’ll do for sex love. Years ago, when my boyfriend hadn’t yet been promoted to husband, he was sent to the far northeastern corner of Oregon to build a pole barn for...
Check out the collage of photos above. Can you guess which one doesn’t belong? If you guessed the one on the bottom right, you’re correct. There shouldn’t be a man in the picture, at...
Right now, we’re in the midst of the sweet spot. I know you know what I’m talking about. The sweet spot is that time of year when those of us in Northern California neither...
Over the weekend, one of my friends finally blocked me on social media. It was a long time coming. I sort of pride myself on having friends that exist on opposite sides of the...
Four years ago, when my daughter was a few months away from going off to university, people warned me. “Prepare yourself,” they said. “She might get a little lippy with you. It’s just her...
He’s a joker, my husband. Occasionally, when I mention to friends that I married my junior high school boyfriend, I’ve been told that I might want to rephrase it differently (as in: he’s not...
And then there was that time I thought a grizzly bear was going to eat my daughter for lunch. It was the summer of 2001, back when I was living in Southeast Alaska. My...
If you ask me, A News Cafe has been on a bit of a roll lately. Valerie Ing’s recent column, “What Skeletons Are In Your Closet?” was one of the best things I’ve read...
I’ve only been kicked out of three classes in my life. Permanently, I mean. I guess I was just too cool for school. The first time was in the eighth grade, and I briefly...
