It is what it is

By Tuesday, August 4, 2015 0 No tags Permalink 0

I’ve had a blog swimming around my head for a few weeks now. “Blog” is a generous word for it, actually. “Rant” might be more accurate. The topic of this blogrant is the seemingly ubiquitous use of the expression “No Problem.” I hear it almost everywhere I go, particularly at restaurants or similar venues where ...

Move Out

By Friday, July 3, 2015 0 No tags Permalink 0

A good friend of mine texted me from her son’s 6th grade “graduation ceremony” a few weeks ago. Yeah, you read that right. They now do a ceremony for when kids go from 6th grade to big bad middle school. It’s called “Move Up” or “Promotion” or something like that. Should be called “Wake Up” ...

Proof Positive

By Friday, April 10, 2015 1 No tags Permalink 0

A friend of mine, Gigi, once told me, “You’re so busy trying to prove yourself, you don’t realize you’ve already made it.” Gigi doesn’t read my blog. She’s too busy being great. I mean it…she’s a big deal lawyer turned campus violence-prevention advocate. She’s either running around the country giving talks or being interviewed by ...

Mothers & Sons

By Wednesday, March 4, 2015 5 No tags Permalink 0

I saw a play in Philadelphia a few weeks called “Mothers and Sons,” and while the story’s premise isn’t something I’m dealing with, it did remind me of the bond that ties a mother to her son and (a girl can hope) a son to his mother. The play was about a mother who had ...

American Hero

By Saturday, January 31, 2015 0 No tags Permalink 0

I decided to cook this week and make one of my son’s favorites. I’m a sucker like that.  Plus, it’s cold out and nothing beats being cooped up than cooking up something warm and hearty. So, I set out to make beef bourguignon - the version from Julia Child’s cookbook. You know, the one where ...

Changing Nature

By Monday, December 29, 2014 0 No tags Permalink 0

So, a few days ago I was getting a little nostalgic, thinking about my youth and days that held in them more ideas than responsibilities. It didn’t take long before I got to thinking of an old friend from college and so I wrote her a Merry Christmas email. Bebe does things I can’t do. She ...