You Know You Live With Your Parents When…
The other day I noticed a new library book on the coffee table. It belonged to my mother and bore the title “How to Raise Your…
Driving Miss Date-sy
The appearance of Reese’s Pieces Cereal Puffs could mean only one thing: my brother was coming to visit, my dad had gone grocery shopping and my…
Driving in Circles
You’re going to have to accept my apologies for today’s post. It was going to be all about my triumphant return to Match.com (which, in truth,…
Fireworks at Midnight
Since my last post, I’ve consumed one and a half martinis, three chocolate rum balls, two glasses of champagne, another two glasses of sangria and at…
Christmas Eve at Casa Richter
“Five bucks,” my brother says. “Final offer. Take it or leave it.” “Leave it,” I reply. It’s Christmas Eve at the Richter house and my brother…
