Tag: Wendi Rank

Around my house, the holidays tend to involve some Black Christmas-level drama.

Indy went to Marion’s bar in Nepal six days before Christmas…

At 5:18 on the morning of Nov. 14, PhillyBurbs.com proclaimed, “The holiday season is here.” 

On Thanksgiving Day, PhillyVoice laid down the gauntlet…

Thanksgiving is close.

Close enough to taste creamy mashed potatoes. Thick gravy. That uncle’s dripping sarcasm.

Please. Everybody has that uncle.

I’m sharing…

When we last left the hapless me, my daughter was home after her college campus shut down.

And my dog had diarrhea.

Now, my dog…

I’m going to tell you — warn you? — right now. 

This story is a two-parter.

So much happened in October.

I mean, yes, you…

I’m playing hurt.

You’ll recall that time I tripped over my son, spraining both wrists, bruising both knees, and tearing my jeans.

Those…

Last year, I told you a spooky tale, a true story, about a time I was certain — so certain! — someone was in the house with…

By the time you read this, I’ll be at the cabin.

The cabin was once a routine destination for me. But life happens and…

I’ve been cheating.

Netflix cheating.

It’s not my fault. Factors beyond my control led to my deceit.

Also, my husband Netflix cheated on…

I couldn’t tell you the entire story behind our houseguests.

Until now.

See, I didn’t want you to know I’ve been alone…

Last week, we discussed my houseguest meltdown.

I think we’re all familiar with my inability to play it cool.

Rest assured this little sleepover…

When my husband started hunting, I mean, really leaned into it — target in the backyard, arrow holes in the shed wall, multiple game freezers in…

I am the first person ever to rent a car.

Now, I know what you’re saying.

And you’re right. My husband did, in…

It was one of those weeks.

You know the kind. The Alexander and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day weeks. The SpaceCamp weeks…

Near the end of Poltergeist, an invisible entity holds mom Diane in her bedroom, preventing her from reaching her children.

Her screaming children, settled in…

I have an agreement with the cities of the world.

I love cities. I find things to do in them, like museums and used bookstores…

My son thinks my father-in-law is D.B. Cooper.

Yes. The notorious plane hijacker.

I would hesitate to say this in print but…

Last year, a friend and I visited a museum.

Being the only visitors in the cozy, industrial space, we had a private tour with a…