Dreams of Perfect

Today, I bake a birthday cake. My oldest turns 14 this weekend, and, bless his heart, he wants a yellow box cake with tub frosting. Mind you, I’ve attempted the homemade stuff. Perhaps this is why he wants the box and tub. I have aspirations. I see vegetables carved into clever shapes and laid out(…)

Plague in the White-Out Days

Among the innumerable permutations of Mr. Murphy’s law, there is most definitely one that states, “The plague will only strike on a weekend.” Preferably Sunday, when not even the urgent care clinic is open. What makes it worse–for as long as I’ve had a child, I’ve worked in and around medical clinics. Give me a(…)

It Had To Be Destiny

March 15th–the Ides of March–Dick and I will celebrate our 27th anniversary.  Yay for us!  It’s a second marriage for both of us, and I like to think that, this time around, we both knew exactly what we wanted.  He’s my best friend, my favorite person to be around, and he makes me laugh.  And(…)