What happens when the blackbirds escape the pie they were baked in?

There are, according to my mother, 40,000 birds in my garage. That’s right. Forty thousand. Four, zero, comma, zero, zero, zero. I have a nice house. But I’m not a Rockefeller. I don’t have a garage that would house 40,000 birds—no even tiny hummingbirds. And quite frankly, I don’t think 40,000 of anything would fit…

Why you might want to consider being a ditch digger …

Don’t laugh. Really. I beg of you … though you probably will … and that’s OK. At least I know I will have made someone else smile today … When I was growing up I, unlike most of the other middle-class girls in my neighborhood, did not want to be a princess. Nope. Not me….

Once a Stupid Adult, Always a Stupid Adult

“Now shut up before I slap you silly!” That’s the sentence. The one that turned my attention from laundry folding (well, I don’t really fold – it’s more like tossing of clothes into separate baskets designated with each child’s name). All the same, it was the “Now shut up before I slap you silly!” sentence…