For those (two or so people out there) hanging in suspense, wondering if I made it safely home from my NYC visit with Elizabeth, I am reporting in. I had a super-duper amazingly great time.  And I did not end up in the garbage disposal. ...

If you've read last year's post about Unclogging My Brain, you already know there's a whole lot of crap that keeps me up at night.  Thoughts that pop in my brain, typically arriving in the deep, dark quiet of the night that don't seem to wane ...

In a matter of days, I travel to New York City to visit my friend Elizabeth for the weekend.  Until the very moment she opens her door to me that Friday night, I’ll have never before laid eyes on her nor heard the sound of her voice. ...

... But I love him anyway. Much as you can love an animated super-celebrity, at least. ...

Ever watched Inside the Actor's Studio with James Lipton? In each show, he ends the interview with a series of ten intriguing questions originated by French television personality Bernard Pivot, based on the Proust Questionnaire (Google it ...

Those who know me well hear me say it all the time: mine is a simple life.  And I like it that way. ...

My heart stirred the moment I read her words, igniting a delicious warmth at the tips of my toes that raced like wildfire throughout my body.  I knew this affair would be delicious and satisfying. ...

I’m on Facebook a lot.  An embarrassingly absurd amount of time.  If it’s during daylight on a weekday, the chances are good I’m there.  It’s a bit awkward, actually: my friends and family probably wonder why I've chosen to spend so much ...

She was born on a fall day in 1969.  My father interrupted our school day to bring us the news.  'It's a girl,' he said, smiling down at us.  I have no recollection of my mother being pregnant, but I know I wasn’t surprised by this ...