The clock is ticking

My biological clock is ticking. Ticking like a time bomb. No, not that biological clock. I’ve had my baby and as absolutely wonderful in every way as he is, one is plenty, thank you very much. I’m talking about a powerful hankering that comes over me about this time every year – about the time…

Enter the painted lady

Every town has one. She’s a little too loud. A little too bawdy. She uses a little too much of what Granny referred to as “face paint.” That’s what makes her a painted lady. That’s what makes all the nice ladies stay inside and shun her. Well, in the last few weeks, Mother Nature’s very…

You got to recognize

I have a love-hate relationship with voice recognition technology. I love that it is, in theory, an easy and convenient way to avoid having to use the keypad or talk to a human should you actually have the misfortune to reach one. I hate that while it recognizes that I do indeed have a voice,…