Around my house, there is someone who is responsible for most of the mess and problems. Their name is Not Me. Not Me puts dirty dishes into the cupboards. Not Me plugged the toilet. Not Me forgot to feed the
F is for Freddy Mercury
Some time in the winter of 1976, my junior year of high school, I heard “Bohemian Rhapsody” for the first time. I was enthralled. Having become a fan of The Who the year before, I knew about rock opera, and
On Being an Old Mom: How I Got This Way
Of course, I just got older. But there’s more to the story than that. Two weeks before my 40th birthday, I was flying back to the U.S. after visiting my brother, SIL, and new nephew in Germany. As I flew