I read an article recently about conquering post-holiday depression. Seems like quite a few folks suffer from a real sense of letdown after the big Christmas celebrations are over.
'Tis three days til Christmas, just three and no more And I wonder why I didn't do more before? Because it's not like Christmas comes out of the blue I know that it's coming and there's so much to do! The shopping, the cooking, the wrapping, the singing The parties to figure out what dish I am bringing, The sweeping, the mopping, the dusting and ...
How do you know there are boys in the house? When weapons top the list of wished-for Christmas toys. A few years ago, I wrote about how we were living with a reincarnated Ralphie, the star of the classic movie "A Christmas Story." But instead of Ralphie's requests for an official Red Ryder, carbine action, two-hundred shot range model air rifle, we were pelted with pleas for the N-Strike Longshot CS-6, a Nerf dart gun as long as my son Eli was tall.
Happy December first! It's time to deck the halls - with Clorox and Lysol.
Military strategists could learn from watching a mother organize Thanksgiving dinner. It seems simple: It's just cooking, right? Paula Deen and friends on the Food Network make it look deceptively easy as they prepare a giant spread in just 30 minutes. When I was a kid, my grandmother Honey made it all seem so effortless that I truly believed it was. Then I grew up and the torch was passed to me. Now, I'm in ...
I love words. It's probably good for a writer to love words, since we spend so much time together. When I have a nebulous concept, I can open a dictionary or thesaurus and weave beautiful, meaningful language into clear thoughts.
If you live in the Honey Creek subdivision in Conyers, and were home Halloween night, I need to apologize for the ruckus my kids, friends and I made as we went trick-or-treating.
I've put off writing this column for a couple of months. I haven't wanted to tackle it because it was too big, too emotional and felt nearly impossible to write. How do you explain in just 700 words mourning over someone who loved you wholly, purely your entire life? I still don't know how. But since today is her birthday - her first one in heaven - I'll try.
Last week I wrote about how many families - mine included - have needed to work an extra job or two to make ends meet in this economy.
I think summer break should happen during autumn. One little week off in October just isn't enough when the weather is this lovely.
Don't call me tonight at 8. I will be firmly planted in my recliner, kicked back with a glass of iced tea, happily sucked into yet another season of "Survivor."
It was just a little nibble, but judging from the 10-day forecast, it's going to have to hold me a while.
Labor Day is just around the corner, and many of our friends are planning to go out of town. Mentally, I'm up for another vacation, too. But physically, I'm still getting over the trip we took last month.
I have a theory on the obesity epidemic. I'm not a scientist or a doctor, but having been heavy much of my life, I think I'm qualified to have an opinion on the subject.
"A mother is a person who seeing there are only four pieces of pie for five people, promptly announces she never did care for pie."