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In the end, it was the smartwatch that sealed my fate.
It started 2:30 Tuesday morning when I let my dog into the yard…
Let me be clear.
I hate hiking.
But we all know time spent outdoors is good for us.
And the Parenting Rule Book mandates we…
I’m here to knock some sense into you.
You’re thinking of moving somewhere bucolic. Somewhere sparsely populated. Somewhere, to quote Tom Petty, into…
Five days. That was all I asked of myself.
Five days.
A piece by Christina Caron of The New York Times had caught my eye…
Once, my dad hooked our collapsible camper to the back of our 1980 Datsun hatchback. Needless to say, when we drove through that puddle the…
There is just one Ebenezer Scrooge for me. Well, two.
It’s George C. Scott. And whoever is playing Scrooge at Walnut Street Theater.
I…
I married an honest-to-goodness, true-blue Grinch.
Well, true-green Grinch.
My Grinch doesn’t enjoy Christmas carols, holiday shopping, or A Christmas…
I was looking for an opening, a way to wedge in my story. Each month, my friends and I hold a Zoom chat. And each…
I didn’t intend for the mashed potatoes to land in her mouth.
But it was eleventh grade, we were joking around, and she – my…
To say October through December is my favorite time of year understates my sentiment. I would spend the year – all three hundred and sixty-five…
Every puzzle has been assembled.
Every banana has been baked into bread.
Every episode of The Mandalorian has been watched.
Every book on Amazon has…
By Wendi Rank
When the rideshare arrived, the driver told my mom he was there to take her to Maryland.
The problem? My mom hadn…
Halloween is the best holiday of the year.
One might argue the best holiday is Christmas, or Thanksgiving, or – gah – Mother’s…
For years, a battle has waged within the walls of my home. My husband, a devout outdoorsman, maintains we are happier, healthier…
Some people load dishwashers haphazardly. You know the kind. These riffraff give no thought to the economy of space or direction of…
My daughter didn’t cry when her guinea pig died.
He was old, she shrugged. Shocked, I suggested to my husband we…
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