Why?

The phrase “avoided like the plague” could not even begin to describe how I dodged reading Ralph’s book. And soon enough, Ralph himself.

When you’re at a party, trapped into talking with the worst guest ever, why can’t anyone read your mind and hear your screams to be rescued? What I would’ve given…

I do. Who knew that two words—just three letters!—could have gotten me into so much trouble. Especially when I was at a holiday soiree, not the altar.

Looming blog deadlines. Hot appetizers served cold. And the night keeps getting worse. Just one of these a year, please.

Sometimes you feel like a nut, and sometimes you just are the nut.

After a two-month hiatus (aka recovery from open-heart surgery), I’ve returned to blogging. I told you I’d be back! And yes, I missed you too.

I never thought I would need open-heart surgery, but I do, and the hospital staff has made pre-surgery scarier and more complex than I ever could have imagined.

I give you the questions that run through my mind while I’m thinking of topics to write in my blog.

A “funny” thing happened at my routine check-up the other day...

We all know that driving and operating heavy machinery under the influence are both no-nos. But what about writing under the influence? You be the judge.