Life with daughters is full of important questions. What’s the best way to provide for their education? How can we ensure that they grow up with a solid moral compass? How can we keep them from dating until my first hip replacement? While finding the answers to these inquiries is vital to the successful rearing of girl children, the most frequent, urgent and fraught question of all in my household revolves around where we are going out to eat next. […]
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My trouble-making brother, Bob, drove the tour train at the Cleveland Zoo every summer during college.
This open-air vehicle brought the public close to un-caged animals. Cleveland had the first zoo without bars–deep ditches surrounded the open-air “cages” that contained the animals. Both the animals and the visitors were supposed to be happier with this arrangement.
Bob acted as a tour guide as he drove the train. He used his microphone for education, entertainment and picking up girls. […]
Reconciliation of the Heart: Memoir of Mary Clista Dahl: A Healing Journey to Joy, Love and Compassion is “framed around a life of joy, love and compassion.”
In the author’s words: “You may just like this book if you grew up in the 1960s, ‘70s or ‘80s, have ever been diagnosed with anxiety or a mental illness (or know someone who has), prefer to be treated with kindness, contemplated suicide, thrived as a non-traditional student, […]
I recently received a letter suggesting my health insurance sucks and I should change to a I WILL KISS YOUR BOO BOO plan instead and, to entice me, the office would include a free prostate massage.
I considered it simply because when I hear the word massage, I am “IN BABY” even if it’s from a stranger with a gold tooth wearing lots of gold necklaces and driving a pink Cadillac convertible.
Another invitation came from a company covering a yearly pregnancy test at no charge. […]
A friend told me a story that while she has been divorced many years, her mama still has her wedding pictures up and won’t take them down.
My story is similar, but at least my pictures aren’t up where I have to see the CHB every time I go see my mama every Sunday.
This might not be exact, but it is my story. Several years ago, my mama made a scrapbook with our wedding pictures, […]