Mom on the Run
My husband’s bedside clock reads 12:49 a.m. when I roll over to look at it. My own clock is small and battery-operated and takes more effort to read in the middle of the night, so usually I check his, with the glowing orange numbers.
Opinion
Are You Afraid to Die?
Opinion
Virginia Secretary of Transportation Sean Connaughton is going to the August 6 Prince William County Board of County Supervisors meeting. I’ll give the man credit for guts. (For full disclosure, I would have chosen another word, a part of the male anatomy that comes in pairs. I suspect my Editor would have changed it to “guts.”)
Tuesdays are typically a “blah” day of the week. You still haven’t exactly caught up on your sleep from the weekend, but it’s not quite “hump day.”
I like to think of Tuesday as the purgatory of the work week. However, as of yesterday, my Tuesdays have gotten a little better.
Slug Tales
I used to look forward to summer.
Mom on the Run
My nephew Nate and I are sitting in the waiting area of Dogtopia. Janie, my brown dog, had her spa experience first and she’s done, ready to go, waiting with us as my other dog Mixie is getting her bath.
Opinion
So, what is a donation drop box?
Opinion
“If a tree falls in the forest and no one hears it does it make a sound?” – Zen Koan.
A Fresh Focus
I don’t watch much television. It’s probably because my frugal self has never seen it necessary in my adult life to spend money on a TV or cable bill.
Mom on the Run
My family and I are at dinner with John, our retired minister, and Mary, his wife. We’ve had a day-long community service project and are collected around the big table in Panera, eating and resting and telling funny stories and catching up.
