Feb 27, 2012 | A Day In My Life
Running a Jersey Shore guesthouse means the day starts early. Really early. I’m talking early here. Like, five a.m. See? Early. You have to be up before the guests, make sure everything’s in order, clean up anything that didn’t get cleaned up the night before, get...
Feb 24, 2012 | A Day In My Life
I raised the pint to my lips and peered over the foam at the couple in the next booth. She was a bleach-bottle-blonde in a red sweater that stretched tight in all the right places. He was a turtleneck and sports coat guy. His glasses fogged when he stared at the...
Feb 22, 2012 | A Day In My Life
This blog was supposed to be about Candy Holliday. Why does everything have to be about Candy Holliday? Her life is not that interesting. First of all, she wears the same jeans and yellow fleece jacket everywhere she goes. How boring is that? I wear striking bold...
Feb 20, 2012 | A Day In My Life
I’d been escorting a tour group of local seniors through Helsinki, Finland, when my mom phoned to tell me that my hometown of Windsor City, Iowa, had been flattened by an F4 tornado. To make matters worse, the reception hall for my upcoming nuptials ended up in...
Feb 17, 2012 | A Day In My Life
I’m a mom living in the quaint suburban town of Rustic Woods. Many of my days go something like this: I have one headache, two doctor’s visits to reschedule, three daughters giving me the evil eye, four piles of clean laundry screaming to be folded, and five minutes...
Feb 15, 2012 | A Day In My Life
When a nun leaves the convent, it’s called “jumping the wall.” There really was a wall at the Motherhouse—that’s the place where young nuns get trained and old nuns go to die—but I just walked out the door when I left. I thought that would be it, you know. After ten...
