Feeds
I was in a daze. I read somewhere that changing your daily routine every now and then helps to sharpen your mind.
I have high hopes. Every spring I evaluate what I've accomplished around the house over the winter so I can adjust my priorities of what absolutely must be done for the upcoming summer season. And every year I'm "in the weeds."
I'm playing the victim. After reading about the death of actor Heath Ledger, I began wondering about Michelle Williams, his former lover and mother of his child. I stared at her photograph in the magazine I was perusing. It was unflattering, her face etched with grief.
Woman crashes car, saves coffeeAn Oakland, Calif., woman may have landed in the waters of the Oakland Estuary after losing control of her car yesterday, but she never lost her grip on her morning coffee.
He hates me. OK, so maybe hate is too strong a word to use for how my 1 1/2-year-old grandson, Parker, feels about his Nana. But here's the deal . . . the kid throws a hissy fit whenever he's near me.
I'm at a loss. Finding something to write about for this column every week can be a stretch at times. Usually, it's not too difficult to rake up fodder from the muck in my life, but today I'm staring at the computer screen.
He's a fighter. I received an e-mail recently about a 5-year-old New York boy who was diagnosed in January with a rare form of cancer.
I have a thing for the laundry room. It's not the same kind of thing I have for the kitchen or living room where the comfortable atmosphere is conducive to socializing with family and friends.
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