In my day, being the homecoming queen in high school meant you were the most popular girl around. And we all wanted to be popular. I never made the homecoming…
Why I Am a Nursery Rhyme Social Worker
In the recent revelations about abuse, I think we all have become more aware of unhealthy situations. At least I hope so. I know that my brain has learned to notice…
Why Peppy People Terrify Me
There is something about peppy people that I don’t trust. I am not referring to the sincerely energetic people who are kind and disciplined. I mean the bouncy, perfectly coiffed, smiling-so-much-they-need-vaseline-on-their-teeth…
Conversations of the New Bickersons
In light of all of the horrible stories about abuse and volcanoes and terrorists, I thought I would entertain you with a series of conversations my husband and I recently…
I Miss My Thoughts the Most
My first message to God when I arrive in heaven is, “Menopause? Really? We curl up around heating pads once a month, we grow other human beings in our uterus,…
