Memory Keepers

My kids, like most, have memories like a steel trap. Remember that time you promised us ice cream and then we didn’t get any? You mean the time your brother was running 104 temperature and we were trying to get him to the hospital, that time??? I dunno, maybe. But you still owe us an…

You Don’t Have To Be Cool To Rule My World

In the dark of a sweat-soaked night, poured into a pair of jeans with zips at the ankles, a half shirt riding my midriff, I stood. With other uncoupled girls, backs against the cool tile wall, I listened as the unmistakable guitar notes of Purple Rain echoed through the cafeteria. As a young teen, Purple Rain was…

Toy Story

As my boys get older and their interests shift from matchbox cars vroomed on the carpet to computer games that make my head spin, it seemed only natural we’d start to clear and cull the clutter of toys which have defined our lives for the better part of twelve years. Digging through the crates of…

Little Ditty about Jack and Diane

I hope Jack and Diane rang in the New Year by sucking on chili dogs out behind the Tastee Freez. I, on the other hand, celebrated by belting out the solid gold hits of my youth with friends. I should add that I can’t sing. Let me clarify: I can’t sing well. But I”m loud. And…