Here cometh the mojo master

He. Makes. Me. Feel. Fabulous. And he’s gay, so not in the way you might think. I’m talking about my old grad school buddy, Andrew. Everybody needs an Andrew. I’ve previously written about Patrick, my fairy godmother when I first moved to Chicago as a twenty-something.  Patrick took me from Ohio college grad to sophisticated…

And for my next act . . .

I’ve learned to brush off many annoying things in life. Gossip? No problem. Don’t give much thought to people who chat about lives they’re not living. The person who counts out exact change in front of me in line? Infinite patience. Pity me, though, and you will see steam rising from every pore. Pity is…

You like me. Right now, you like me.

I was honored to  be nominated for the Liebster Award by Rants from the Crib and A glass half full (Ok, so the latter nominated me months ago but I was too much of a newbie to know what to do with this.)!  It is an award for a newer blog with under 200 dedicated followers. I’m tempted to…

You missed a smudge

My house is enveloped in a light haze at the moment and smells faintly, I think, like a Native American sweat lodge. And I’ve done this on purpose. In an early bout of spring cleaning, I found a sage smudge stick I’d bought in my New Age days.  For the uninitiated, smudge sticks are used…

The girl has issues

I knew this day would come, just not so soon. My boys have fallen in love with a girl—the same girl, in fact. She is strong-willed, extremely overprotective and needs to get a grip on her separation anxiety. Bit of a whiner. The girl has issues, no doubt about it. She’s a brunette—lean and muscular….

The last perfect day

In the end, what he gave me was one last perfect day. When I visited my father in Ohio over the last 18 months of his life, the visits were short. If I’m perfectly honest, it wasn’t just because of my schedule. It was because Dad and I could have a perfect 24 hours. After…