Thursday, March 5, 2015


Saturday, September 13, 2014


While engrossed in my work at the office the other day, I answered a rather frantic phone call from one of my kids.

"Where is my volleyball uniform shirt?" the panicked voice bellowed on the other end.

My daughter was waiting to be picked up by a teammate to go to an away game in Bangor, and of course, at the most possible last minute, proceeded to gather all of the necessary elements of her uniform so that she could play.

"I told you last night to get your uniform together," I chided.

Saturday, September 6, 2014

Are you a nosy neighbor?

Do you enjoy peering out of your curtain to see what's going on up and down your street?

Are Big Brother, the CIA and NSA jealous of your uncanny ability to know everyone's business?

Or, do you suffer from insomnia and long for something productive to do while everyone else in your household is sleeping?

Have you grown weary and perhaps even broke from watching too many late-night infomercials and feel the need to redirect your energy to something more exciting and less expensive?

Saturday, August 30, 2014

I see those four words in my Facebook news feed every night.

Every night for over a year now.

It is a message to an angel in Heaven that my friend Jim posts each night since the passing of his beautiful daughter, because he misses her terribly and his heart still aches for her.

Thirty-year-old Jennifer, who had a smile that "brightened the darkest days," waged war against cancer for three years before her body succumbed to the disease.

Saturday, August 23, 2014

I can't believe that the kids go back to school next week.

While waiting in line at WalMart this afternoon, I noticed several people with their shopping carts loaded with uniform clothing, binders, crayons, markers, organizers, colorful book covers, snazzy lunch bags, snacks and well, just everything, and I'm standing there thinking to myself "Well I think I have some leftover pens, pencils and paper from last year."

Summer seems to have just zoomed by me and the commencement of the new school year has caught me quite off guard and quite unprepared.

Saturday, August 16, 2014

As I write this column the world is all aflutter over the "sudden" and "tragic" death of gifted actor and comedian Robin Williams.

Nearly every Facebook post I have seen has been about him and how sad it is.

Stories of his life and subsequent death dominate the media.

While my heart goes out to the family and friends that he has left behind, all of the hoopla makes me shake my head, especially when I read that people who never even met the man are crying and "beside themselves," and here's why: Mr. Williams was an adult man who made a choice to leave this place.

Saturday, August 9, 2014

I consider myself to be a decent tipper.

I have held two waitressing jobs in my lifetime and know full well what is involved and what should be expected as a food server.

I also know the poor hourly wage that they are paid.

I don't understand why food servers are exempt from the minimum wage laws since they also spend some of their time making salads, refilling condiment bottles, making coffee, cleaning tables and the restaurant itself, but since they are, I tip.

Saturday, August 2, 2014

You know the song.

It was released in 1979 by Rupert Holmes and was originally titled "Escape."

It became very popular, very quickly; however, people knew it as "The Pina Colada" song.

Mr. Holmes eventually agreed to change the title of it to: Escape (The Pina Colada song).

The song was basically about a guy who had become bored in his marriage and read the personal ads where he saw that a woman was looking for a man who enjoyed the same interests as she.

He responded to the ad and agreed to meet the woman at a bar.

Saturday, July 26, 2014

I have a tattoo above my ankle.

It's a teddy bear holding a heart with my husband's name in it.

My husband sports one just like it on his arm with my name in the heart.

We had them done the week after we got married and I was 28 years old at the time.

I don't know what we were thinking.

I guess I was just giddy in love and thought it would be "cute" and he just wanted to make me happy.

While I do not regret getting a tattoo, I do wish I would have thought about it a little more so that I could have picked something different or designed my own.

Saturday, July 19, 2014

I ran away from home this week, sort of.

For the first time in nearly 30 years, I took a vacation without a child or a husband (or both) in tow.

It was a fairly last-minute decision and one made out of necessity rather than luxury.

As I've said before, I'm always on the go, often taking on more than I can handle, while at the same time getting a rush from the challenge of it all.

It's worked out pretty well for most of my life, but during the past year, it's really started to take a toll.

My body is falling apart.

My insomnia is worse.

Saturday, July 12, 2014

The sun is shining and the birds are chirping at Mauch Chunk Lake as I sit in the parking lot waiting for people to arrive for Good News Camp.

Good News Camp is a faith-based, weeklong summer day camp that gives children the opportunity to learn about Jesus in a fun, outdoor setting.

My teenager volunteered (or rather was volunteered, by me) to assist with the children at camp for the week.