Reality Therapy

The sixteen year age difference between me and my husband rarely rears it's head but when it does it gets ugly. One day we were talking about classic rock. It seems what is classic rock to me and what is classic rock to my husband are different things. His version of classic rock includes; Santana,... Sign in to see full entry.

One day I got lonely and I decided to buy a dog. I bought one from a breeder who pretty much plucked him right off of his momma's tit and presto-chango I had a brand new baby Scottie and an instant best friend. He was so sweet with his wee beady eyes and his huge heeeeed. I named him Stewart and off... Sign in to see full entry.

Suddenly without warning you are thrust into a conversation with a "me, me, I, I" person. Your brain just shuts down and you start to think of how the hell you can escape. Your speech becomes limited to a series of affirmative grunts and clicks. You try to appear on the outside like you are... Sign in to see full entry.

About two years ago my husband who is in the National Guard was deployed to Bosnia right before we invaded Iraq. I could see the writing on the wall and it read "No Exit Plan" so I knew that there would be many more deployments and that Weapons of Mass Distraction were going to keep us in khaki for... Sign in to see full entry.

As a child my parents introduced me to The Bowery Boys, one particular boy of note was Slip Mahoney. Slip was forever "murderlizin" the English language. So whenever someone uses the wrong word, makes up a word, or a mispronunciation is made my family christens it a Slip Mahoneyism. I have heard a... Sign in to see full entry.

Is it just me or is this a chronic sickness sweeping the nation. I am noticing that people don't listen anymore. They sit nod their heads and wait to talk. Whatever happened to the fine art of listening to what others have to say. What happened to digesting information and sharing a response related... Sign in to see full entry.

There is a long standing inside joke with my mother's family. Well, there was until we let my Husband in on it. Every Christmas get together at my family's house in Ohio you can always count on great company, great conversation, a wonderful ham dinner with all the trimmings, and the infamous Aunt... Sign in to see full entry.

Reality Therapy, I thought it sounded fun and functional. Actually the name stems from a parent teacher conference my saint of a mother had with a high school English teacher. This teacher wanted me to write essays or "stories" as she so eloquently called them. So I did. I wrote some of the most... Sign in to see full entry.