I have a confession to make. I lost my funny. Losing my funny has much more significance than losing a shoe, losing a championship game or even losing one’s virginity. It was a gradual thing. Never-ending stories of bad things happening to good people can muffle the soul. Add career changes, a non-ending Polar Vortex … Continue reading
Wow! It took almost 50 years, but it really happened. Three of my essays were published in a new entertainment anthology series created by former Chicken Soup for the Soul coauthors/editors, Dahlynn and Ken McKowen. Not Your Mother’s Book…On Being A Woman is a collection of hip, entertaining, enlightening and motivating contributions featuring “edgy” real-life stories on … Continue reading
“Ahhh, look at her! The old gal doesn’t look a day over 99 posts. She’s been milk’in the heck out of that free Farrah Fawcett look-alike illustration by the artist with beer-googles on at the company holiday party. The Laughing Mom says she keeps her writing fresh thanks to her funny family, total lack of … Continue reading
The phone rang at the crack of dawn. On the other end, there was silence followed by a gasp of breath and high-pitched, hysterical laughter. It was my mother and she was still laughing about the previous nights event in which I tripped and fell in the same hole twice at a crowded Labor Day … Continue reading
One summer afternoon, a leggy blonde teenager by the name of Sandi, threw caution to the wind and staged a one-woman badminton game in her front yard to grab the attention of a duck-tailed boy named Charlie, who lived across the street. The two married on April 28, 1962 and just celebrated their golden anniversary … Continue reading
I can honestly say that I have never met a woman going through a midlife crisis who has the urge to trade in her mini-van for a Corvette. We tend to make midlife splurges on high power shape wear, department store anti-aging cream and for the especially brave and vain, Botox. Menopause brings with it … Continue reading
“You’re going to expose our personal lives to the public, exploit our children, and hold up our intimate moments together for the world to see?” “I get three bucks a column,” I said. He smiled. “Why didn’t you say so?” -excerpted from Erma Bombeck’s, A Marriage Made in Heaven or Too Tired for … Continue reading
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