Mar 23, 2018 | Personal Blog
I’m sorry, Sassy the Raccoon, for bursting out in laughter at your unfortunate predicament. I looked all over your enclosure for you, not to ogle, I promise, but to cheer you on and raise a paw of support! As a woman in my early fifties, I feel your pain. I...
Dec 14, 2016 | Personal Blog
I’ll admit something to you that makes me sound kind of like a female American Scrooge. As I left the house last night to go to Todd’s Christmas party at work, the 24-year-old man who lives in my basement shouted out, “Bye, Mom! Have fun at Introvert...
Sep 30, 2016 | Personal Blog
I used to hide it. I’d put my hands in my pockets or behind my back and hope that nobody noticed. If I had to stand in front of the class and speak from note cards or read an essay, I’d bring a clipboard or ask if I could use a lectern for my papers, so...