Those of you who know me know I’m a bit of a holistic chick: salmon instead of red meat, magnesium oil instead of opioids, and water instead of fizzy drinks (not counting beer-- I’m not a complete idiot).
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I can usually count on Connie (or, ‘Khann-ie’ as she pronounces with her WisKhansin accent) to make me laugh when my comedy account is overdrawn and I’m on deadline for a column.
Never have I been more excited about a new UFO photo or video being released than I was this past week, especially with the political brush fires surrounding us all.
Children and spouses alike begin to wonder with trepidation what to get mom on Mother’s Day.
What generally happens with young children is that they make an adorable, yet messy breakfast in bed for mater, complete with sticky bits of jelly and spilled orange juice left in the kitchen that is left for her to clean up, afterwards.
A brand new study, released by Harvard researchers, is proclaiming that giving up gluten, if you don’t have to for intestinal illnesses, isn’t a very good idea because gluten helps protect our hearts.
Nordstrom’s has been offering what they hope to be a very successful line of blue jeans.
Here’s what I learned this past week (besides not giving your dog a piece of your spicy black bean burger, no matter how much they beg): if you’re going to do a book signing, you’d first better know how to write, and secondly, you’d better train your ear to pick up strong southern accents.
As our recent changeling, Bub, has recovered fully from his attack by the other enormous orange (now nicknamed, ‘The Big Ginger, or Ging, for short) tom, we debated over letting him outside, supervised, as he has been gazing dejectedly out the windows at our other cats, all sunning themselves on the front porch before coming back in after breakf
Sometimes you overhear a conversation that crystalizes the radically different points of view that come from different generations. Was I being nosy? You betcha, but at the same time, I feel I should be given a pass because, after all, the one offering his career idea had been kicking the back of my booth.
Oh, no,” I said grimly to the orange tom who appeared routinely last winter, glaring through the windows and terrifying our other cats. “You are not welcome here, you brute.”