I’m not a born and bred American. I grew up in a country where Americans were always called — affectionately — Yanks no matter if they lives in Texas or Alaska or New York City. America was the land of…
I’m not a deal blogger, but I would by lying if I said I could resist a good deal. Chances are good…if I see a deal I like…I buy it. Lately I have purchased a number of deals that fit…
A few years ago, I scored the coup of a deal for my family. Medieval Times had long held one of the top spots on my “Musings from Me List of Must-Do Stuff.” After many years of having kids who…
Way, way, way, way, and even way-er back I was not a U.S. citizen. That’s right I was actually a citizen of another country. I had the world’s…well, obviously not the world’s worst childhood…far from it…but definitely the world’s most…
Yesterday I was lamenting the nonappearance of the dinnertime fairy. Wouldn’t it be lovely to have a little fairy swoop in. Come up with a dinner menu for the week. Buy the food. Cook the food. Set the table. Clean…
Where oh where are you? When are you coming to cook? My family would love to see your wand, sparkly dress, and most of all your wings. I can just see you floating in to the kitchen. Maybe via back…
