Hubby Goes to Starbucks

Hubby at Starbucks! When Hubby runs errands  on the weekends I usually send him for a Starbucks. Now, Hubby is a macho guy—he buys his morning cup of joe at 7-11 before going to the office. Scalding hot. Gigantor-sized. No-frills. No cream. No sugar. Strong! Robust!...

The Holidays

“They’re  heeeeere.” The little girl’s voice from the Poltergeist movie comes to mind when I realize that dum-dum-dum—the Holiday’s are once again looming around the corner. Now don’t get me wrong—I love the Holidays and as a teacher I get a few weeks off—but I would...

Body Language: How to tell when someone’s lying

I teach my senior high school students how to be mindful of their body language, especially since many colleges require personal interviews. Most people don’t think about how their body language transmits a multitude of impressions. After reading several body language...

Calorie Counts on Menus

Love ’em or Hate ’em? Those ever so helpfully posted Calorie Counts on the menu? Eating out used to be a culinary joy! A gastronomic guess. Flavor triumphed over calories! NO LONGER! Now dining out has become a math equation—and worst of all—a math word...

Hubby Goes to the Grocery Store

Hubby went to the grocery store for me. I KNOW he has done this before—when he was a divorced single and had to forage for his own food.  I KNOW he’s walked the isles of several of our local markets—is familiar with the layout—has learned where the meat and beer...

Survival Saturday

Hurricane Sandy’s immediate and continuing devastation compelled me to scrounge the bookcase for my survival guide—National Geographic: Complete Survival Manual by Michael S. Sweeny. It’s a comprehensive guide for surviving just about anything. Being a resident...
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