Work Smarter, Not Harder… for Trump

As I drove home from the airport yesterday, after having seen my middle child off for her junior year at college, my mind reviewed her childhood and my failed attempts to be the ultimate super mom. I know my mistake was working hard, rather than working smart. My father was an immigrant, from Greece, and … Continue reading Work Smarter, Not Harder… for Trump

Something is Going Around

I hate to brag, but my child is a gifted actor. I am his most loyal fan, and a season ticket holder. It’s been almost a year since I’ve seen a performance of this caliber from my son, a high school junior. I’ll call him Stan, short for Stanislavsky—the creator of method acting in the … Continue reading Something is Going Around

A Limerick for My Baby

Twenty one years ago today On a hot humid summer's day Zoe landed on earth (Yes—some call it birth) 'Twas done in a quite painful way                                 ~ *Fair Warning ⚠️ details of the story: Are, well... indecorous and gory … Continue reading A Limerick for My Baby

U With the Uterus 

Hey! You with the uterus!  Stop right there! Drop that insurance card! Hands in the air! You suspected pregnancy  And bought a urine test Don't try to pass it off as new—  The condition pre-exists! Mammograms and Pap smears All your women's needs You expect them to be covered  In your health plan? That's just … Continue reading U With the Uterus 

Reprehensible Ex-Representative Joe Walsh 

Today is a two post day because I feel the need to vent. A fellow blogger (loisajay1213) commented on a post I published two days ago, about pre-existing conditions. She asked if I had seen Jimmy Kimmel on the news last night. I had not, but I've mastered google, and easily found a monologue of … Continue reading Reprehensible Ex-Representative Joe Walsh 

Speaking of Cake

Speaking of cake, today is my birthday. Please don't comment happy birthday, because I'll ignore it. I hate everything about birthdays. I only mention mine to illustrate the fact that birthdays are just another day. If a person (I) expects people to bow at their (my) will, just this one day a year, they (I) … Continue reading Speaking of Cake