On the simple things in life

The other day, I went to tuck my daughter in bed (she’s still young enough that she needs to be tucked) and discovered that she had taken a copy of my romance in with her and was trying her very best to read it.  Since it’s a short, sweet contemporary, I wasn’t worried that the content was…

After I went on a lengthy rant recently, the friend I inflicted it upon pointed out, “Cluelessness can be cured.”  My new mantra.

The other day, when we were having one of those “Why is the sky blue?” discussions, I admitted to my daughter that I didn’t know the answer to a lot of her questions, that I would probably never know the answer to those questions, and she shouldn’t try to stump me before I’ve had my…

A friend mentioned to my daughter that she was turning fifty later this year.  My daughter paused, then said, “Why?”  Which I think is an excellent question.  Instead of my chronological age, think I’ll turn 39 this year, or even 29.  Because apparently, getting older is a choice.

No doubt half the bloggers in the US are running some sort of post on what they’re grateful for this year and why, because that’s what Thanksgiving is all about here.  And I’m going to be no different. Thanksgiving is my favorite holiday because nothing happens.  At my house, anyway, there are no expectations to…