Everything happens for a reason, but that doesn't mean there's a point.

My notion of an elegant table is you don't leave the knife sticking out of the mayonnaise jar.

Except for cases that clearly involve a homicidal maniac, the police like to believe murders are committed by those we know and love, and most of the time they're right - a chilling thought when you sit down to dinner with a family of five. All those potential killers passing their plates.

Perhaps when we're forced to forfeit what we own, we lose any sentimental associations. Perhaps pawning our valuables frees us in the same way a house fire destroys not only our worldly goods, but our attachment to what's gone.

I've never written about my husband, Steve, or any of my children because I know them all too well. I see them in all their complexities which makes them impossible to render on the printed page.

You never know which people will affect your life.

Pay minimum wage, you get minimum work. Nobody seems to get that.