Last night I ate mango habanero salsa and chiplettes (the tiny chip remnants from the bottom of the bag) from a bowl with a spoon, and my heart broke a little. Mango habanero salsa never breaks my heart, but May 9 did. I was fine until I got a hug from LD. Was ok until…

I fear my brain is not fully functioning. Upon receipt of the list of my symptoms, my sisters giggled, so at least I no longer fear for my life - just my sanity. This week, I've put a bagged loaf of bread in the toaster, forgotten how to work the toilet, and nearly applied toothpaste…

Short daylight hours and long days at work leave little time for outdoor tasks, so I was excited to have time this afternoon to unbox the old string of C7s (who knows how old; they were my Grandma's!) and she's a little mugggy did'r. (Ahem. Without autocorrect: shed a little light outside. Disclaimer: I'm writing…