My Wardrobe Essential: The Old Sweatshirt

We played the game of “Life” not long ago. At times, I get distracted during these board games and, even though it’s usually just the three of us playing–my husband, my son Ethan and me–I lose track of who’s turn it is.

It’s your turn, Mrs. Wear-A-Sweatshirt-Every-Day.

Ethan didn’t say it in a snarky way. Just matter-of-fact. I had no retort, other than, “I don’t wear the same sweatshirt every day” and “I

Leading with Lollipops. {Video}

Are you comfortable calling yourself a leader? Most people would answer no. Is there something holding you back?

Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness that most

2020: Newt admits climate change occuring, heads to moon. (Cartoon).

Cartoon by Joe Mohr.

Thanks to Joe Mohr for the cartoon.

Newt Gingrich said this the other day:

7 Reasons to Feel Good About Not Feeling Good.

Let me start by saying I don’t feel well. I’m sick. Not an on-my-deathbed kind of sick. No fever, wheezing, vomiting or

Judy from Schaumburg. A Better Oprah. {Video}

Photo courtesy The Judy from Schaumburg Show

I am a new fan of the Judy from Schaumburg show.

Although a bit obsessed with her own cleavage, Judy* is both charming and

To Run or Not To Run? 7 Excuses.

Photo by RXAphotos

Whether you believe you can or believe you can’t, you’re probably right. ~ Henry Ford

There should be no question. The fact is this: I can run. But…

7 excuses not to run. Bonus: Includes counter-excuses.

Note: I don’t own a treadmill or belong to a ‘club’, so running outside is my only option.

1. It’s cold (today’s excuse). I’ve checked the weather no less than 15 times  today. It’s 25 degrees and feels like 16. That’s damn cold. Counter excuse: So the f**k what? I have

Jaws Wired Shut. A True Story.

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Photo by mikemann05 | flickr.com

5 Years Ago…

The ominous double doors came into view between my feet—two bumps beneath the blanket, like a gun site—and the hospital bed came to a halt. My husband, Craig, touched my palm to his lips as the nurse pointed him in the direction of the waiting room.

Inching forward, the bed triggered open the doors and Craig’s hand—my safety line—slipped away. “You’ll be fine,” I heard him say

How I Could Die.

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Fortunately, that is not a photo of me.

But I imagine I would resemble that once dead. Except my hair would be curly. Possibly frizzy, depending on the day. And my teeth are in better shape. My neck might not look that smooth, either.

Anyway. Back to how I could die. Simple. Start a day

Weird stuff I put in my mouth and sometimes swallowed.

We swallow greedily any lie that flatters us, but we sip only little by little at a truth we find bitter.  ~Denis Diderot

There aren’t too many quotes that have to do with swallowing in the literal sense. But in my search, I found the one above and felt it worth sharing.

Anyway, I don’t know the exact chronological order of the events below, but most—if not all—happened when I was