Another summer, another mangy fox.
I'm Just Saying
I’d be willing to bet the conversation I had with a fill-in postmistress at our local post office a few weeks ago is exclusive to our small town.
Believe it or not, I have something in common with the international pop star, Adele.
A silo filled with grammys?’
An 18th century manor house in the West Sussex countryside of England?
Not unless I sell a lot more books.
Damaged vocal chords? You got it.
I went to church three times this past week.
As an Episcopalian, that’s pretty rare, considering two of them were neither funerals or weddings. And only once was I actually in the building.
When you live in an A-frame, or, ‘IHOP,’ as we like to call it (sans the orange roof), the one rather sad part is that birds tend to fly into the upper windows.
Sometimes it might be fun to be on the other side of the law, just to hear what name the mafia bestows upon you.
It’s not that I consider myself that naive, particularly in regards to national security, but I must say I was rather taken aback by an on-air conversation between hosts Joe Scarborough and Mika Brzezinski (thank God she didn’t come to a book signing) during an episode of ‘Morning Joe’ just over a week ago.
Those of you who know me know I’m a bit of a holistic chick: salmon instead of red meat, magnesium oil instead of opioids, and water instead of fizzy drinks (not counting beer-- I’m not a complete idiot).
I can usually count on Connie (or, ‘Khann-ie’ as she pronounces with her WisKhansin accent) to make me laugh when my comedy account is overdrawn and I’m on deadline for a column.
Never have I been more excited about a new UFO photo or video being released than I was this past week, especially with the political brush fires surrounding us all.