Humor

I once had a royal blue peplum-style dress that I loved. Don’t let the fact that I can name the style fool you into thinking I know anything about fashion. Even I can sound informed with enough internet research. Anyway, one day I was wearing this dress when I walked into a co-worker’s office. She

I’ve been thinking about how much more time we’d all have if there were no stinkards in the world. And no scallywags, rotters or spalpeens. You know; people of low character. Yes, I could have just said that, but I felt the need for stronger language—just not so strong I couldn’t use it in this

Dig through your old photos and I bet you’ll find at least a few where someone is blocking their face with their hands or ducking behind someone else or scowling at the photographer. These are not attractive poses. But those of us forever immortalized in them never imagined a day we’d not only stand still

I’ve been convinced plastic is taking over the world ever since a plastic grocery bag got tangled high in my cottonwood tree many years ago. I saw it out my dining room window every time I ate for a month and a half and I eat a lot in a month and a half. My

Huh? The Facebook post said, “IMO that picture makes him look better than IRL.” What is IMO? I might obfuscate? In my orbit? I am outraged? And IRL? Did she mean he looked better than imaginative rotund lollygaggers? Or irritating round logs? Or industrious reliable locksmiths? I gave up and did an internet search. Aha.

I just heard an alarming news story about the increasing dangers of space garbage. What? I went straight to that source of all knowledge, the internet, to find out who’s been leaving their trash in space because it wasn’t me. It turns out that ever since the Space Age began in the 1950s, humans have

I have a photo on my cellphone of a small dog in the arms of a woman I don’t even know. I met them a few years ago at a campground and I asked the woman if I could take a picture of her dog because it reminded me of one my family had when

Shortly after my son was born, a childless friend asked me what I’d learned from being a new mother that I wouldn’t have learned if I’d never had a child. I was still at the “what just happened” stage of motherhood so I had to think. I finally said I thought motherhood was teaching me

Today I got a text message accusing me of “Toll Evasion” and warning me that I’ll face hefty late fees and be reported to the DMV if I don’t pay my bill within 12 hours. I’m guilty of many things, none of which I’m going to discuss today, but I swear to you that toll

I woke up this morning with that old Four Seasons’ song, “Walk Like a Man,” stuck in my head. I don’t know why. I don’t particularly like it. I haven’t heard it lately. And yet there it was banging around between my ears all morning like a marble in a tin can. I wish this