The Diary of a Gold-Digger

You may remember my stunning seventh-grade wardrobe. No jeans for me. No sir. Not windowpane jeans or the kind with the seam going up the ba...

When I was in seventh grade, I went from the Catholic school, St Elizabeth's, to the public school, Mackenzie, which was about two mile...

We moved to Lubbock when I was in fifth grade, in the middle of the school year. For the first time in my life, we weren't in base housi...

Austin, late 80s. I was at a restaurant after work, holding a table for eight, waiting for my friends to show up. I do not remember the name...

My dad was in the air force, so we moved a lot. Both my mom and dad are from a small town in Wisconsin (they met at the bar at the bowling a...

Chickadees, I have not been writing much lately. Fortunately, the Sly and Doris drama has diminished and I hence have less material than usu...

Actually, my friends, I cannot write about what I put in the title. Husband request. Just use your imaginations and take comfort in the fact...

Primo: Some people think you're mean because of some of what you write about me on your [other, public] blog. Me: Who thinks that? My fr...

I wrote this story several years ago. What I left out is that when I went to work on Monday, still with a black eye, almost nobody said anyt...

Are any of you guys on facebook? I am. I waste way too much time there. I post almost every day and sometimes more than once a day. I don...

Primo: My dad says that Puff (cat #1) is terrorizing Snow (cat #2) and would we maybe take Snow. Me: No way. Primo: I know. We have two grea...

Primo: My parents have let themselves be talked into having Christmas at Stephanie's. Me: What do you mean, "talked into?" Pri...

You didn't think the Ted story was over, did you? Oh no! There is more. Fast forward to a few years later. Two or three. I can't rem...

It’s a Friday in August. I come home from work, humming a John Denver song (to myself -- I don’t want to be ticketed by the hip police), loo...

The only way I can write this post (heck, this blog) is that I am positive my mother does not read this blog. There are things I just don...