After age twelve, birthdays should be as private as hernia surgery.

Some say our national pastime is baseball. Not me. It's gossip.

I lost everything in the post-natal depression.

We even switched to a newly-formed church across the town that gave one hundred and twenty trading stamps each time we attended. (We now worship a brown and white chicken with a sunburst on its chest.)

It seemed rather incongruous that in a society of super sophisticated communication, we often suffer from a shortage of listeners.

I just clipped 2 articles from a current magazine. One is a diet guaranteed to drop 5 pounds off my body in a weekend. The other is a recipe for a 6 minute pecan pie.

Cleaning the house while the children are home is like shoveling while it's still snowing.