Tag: Wendi Rank

You might remember Thanksgiving, when my aunt had designs on attending dinner at my brother’s house.

A dinner my brother wasn’t hosting as…

In the 1950s, Indy bought a property in Maryland.

Indy never built anything on the property. While the rest of the neighborhood is dotted with…

If you read this column with any regularity, you may ask yourself how, exactly, one raises an adult fearful of reptiles and swimming over sunken…

Spring break has come and gone, and so has my daughter’s childhood.

Wow. That’s melodramatic.

True, but melodramatic.

Let’s start with the…

A few years ago, my husband joined an organization whose mission is public land protection.

In short order, he joined the Pennsylvania chapter’s board…

Now that I’m two-thirds of the way through the horror of scuba certification, it is time for me to tackle another challenge. 

Munro…

There is something worse than using a portable toilet because you’re camping.

It’s using a portable toilet in a scuba suit because you…

You may remember I’m certifying in open-water scuba diving.

You may also remember I’m afraid of swimming over large objects, like whales…

I had to take Willie to The Container Store in King of Prussia.

Now, my family — both immediate and extended — has banned me from The…

Last week, I hinted at my romantic weekend in Harrisburg.

As resident Pennsylvanians, I think we can all agree Harrisburg in February is like Paris…

I missed my exit on the turnpike last week because Burt Bacharach went to Marion’s bar in Nepal.

I’m not saying my missed…

I have been stymied by the rug at my front door, which has gone to Marion’s bar in Nepal.

Just to talk about Marion…

My editors ask that I submit this column by Thursday each week.

They say Thursday. What I hear is Tuesday because Thursday is just preposterous…

I have always said that as long as Willie and Indy are alive, I’ll have stories.

But half of that equation has gone to…

I’m wondering if you guys remember Thanksgiving.

Specifically, the Thanksgiving that almost was — the one in which my aunt planned to go to my…

Well. Now that Indy is —

Wait. How do I characterize Indy now that Indy is gone? Because I really can’t write, over and over…

“Let’s see if it’s ready yet.”

That was Indy, on Veterans Day. Veteran Temple of Doom residents had been invited to display mementos…

I accidentally spent $177 on a beef tenderloin.

One hundred and seventy-seven dollars.

It all started with Rick Steves’ European Christmas. I watched it…