Worth the crystal

There’s a little voice that whispers in my ear now and then. I like to think it’s my deceased parents, banding together to clue me in on things they wish they would have known when they were alive. If you’re still reading and haven’t labeled me a paranoid schizophrenic for hearing voices in my head,…

Come on baby, light my fire

My head is in the fireplace. Literally.  IN the fireplace. And I’m thinking maybe I’m just the teensiest bit out of my element here. Not only is my head in the fireplace, I am swearing under my breath. Furiously. Yes. Much swearing. It was a good idea in theory. Get the Christmas spirit going in…