All the blogs on blogging say that to “create value” in your content, you should listen to your readers: What are they saying in the comments? What questions are they asking? Answer them! I couldn’t really find any questions in the comments, so I reached out to you and asked what you wanted to…
With Sandy Duncan’s name all over the news this week, I couldn’t help but think of – and miss — my husband’s mom, who was a big fan. OK, minor correction: Sandy Duncan wasn’t exactly all over the news. I happened to see her name in one lone New York Times article about Wheat Thins,…
Today is my dad’s 78th birthday. Buying presents for him is always hard. Not because he’s “the man who has everything,” but because he’s “the man who wants nothing normal.”
40 doesn’t feel old to me like I always thought it would. Except for a few things: This year’s bumper crop of gray hairs. The cracking joints – occurring during any and all movements, where they used to be limited to things like deep squats. I sound like bubble wrap. My husband calls me “Creaks.”…
I started 5th grade in 1979. That’s when designer jeans were “all the rage.” An expression your grandmother would use, but really – they were the rage. All the sexy girls in my class wore them. (Yes, to ten year olds, other ten year olds are sexy.)
What would you think of someone who, for your birthday, gave you a picture of herself? You’d LOVE it, right? That’s what I thought. Well, as a belated 40th birthday gift, I’m giving Sesame Street something even better than a photo of me: a video of me. On Sesame Street. I was in the show…
