It’s not like we had any plans for New Years Eve, so I just thought he suggested going to the zoo because there was nothing else to do…

So, I did a thing. I signed up for piano lessons. At FIFTY. I’m not a first-timer, but it’s been a minute.

“...the word mother is more powerful when it is used as a verb than as a noun.”

I’ve been feeling kind of edgy lately. Like PMS crabby, but with no P and no M. And I can’t exactly put my finger on why. Oh no. Is this my mid-life crisis? I didn’t live for fifty whole years just to become a cliche.

I know I’m not the only one with a “To Do” list a mile long, but recently I’ve had so much going on–in my life and in my head-that I started to feel a little overwhelmed.

There I was on my yoga mat with a cool lavender towel covering my eyes…

“Wait. You cook, like, something different every day?” she said from across the table with just a trace of horror in her eyes.

When I moved out of my parents’ house at the age of 19, my mom handed me her copy of The I Hate To Cook Book by Peg Bracken and wished me good luck.

Yep, I’m going there. I’ve been wanting to write about “The Pandemic” since, well, 2020.

Damn. It’s been a minute, huh? I’m pretty sure my last blog post was about 1,000,000 years ago.