Pandemics are awful. Horrible, really. I can think of at least 130,000 reasons why. And on top of that, maybe 30 million more. That doesn’t even count the dramatic increase in wasted sourdough…
In the 1970s, the small town I grew up in consisted of three churches, three taverns and approximately 800 white people.
So my husband’s birthday is next week. And I have been seeing a LOT of him lately. I mean, a LOT. Literally, every time I turn around, there he is! Morning, noon and night. He’s there!
Unless you are living under a rock — and let’s be honest, that doesn’t sound completely unreasonable right now — you know that only “essential businesses” are supposed to be open for business.…
When I learned in June 2003 that Cele Cummiskey, this newspaper’s much-beloved columnist, had died, I felt a pang of sadness. I then decided I wanted her job.
Are you concerned about coronavirus? Have you been irrationally hoarding toilet paper? Do you wanna get away? Far, far, FAR away?
Today we pay tribute to a genius you’ve probably never heard of, but who has had a profound impact on modern society and has personally saved me countless hours of pain and suffering. I have i…
So my tree guy and I were talking the other day. He had just finished removing the stump of an enormous and notoriously photogenic fiery maple tree that stood on our front lawn for the last 10…
Hold on to your hat. Despite what your mother told you, normal body temperature is NOT 98.6. It’s more like 97.5 degrees. Fahrenheit, that is.
Because I work from home, I miss certain things.
If anyone from the Hallmark Channel is listening: I have a Christmas movie idea. Lori Loughlin could star. If she’s, uh, free. You know. The college admissions thing.
Today I am writing on behalf of anyone who has ever been the victim of unfair criticism due to the peculiar circumstances of their upbringing.
So there I was last week, glued to the impeachment hearings, thinking about becoming a congressperson.
I realize that you, my family, my friends, my children’s friends or, frankly, anyone who has ever tried to chew my roast beef may not think of me as someone who runs in prominent culinary circles.
I keep reading about the Kirkwood teacher who prefers to be called by the gender-neutral title of Mx., and how the school district and many parents are fine with it, but some parents are not, …