I know I only have a few followers, but this is the greatest thing that ever happened to me.

Let him who hasn't had their mommy call their potential employer and vouch for them that they weren't a wife-beating alcoholic cast the first stone.

So many things to be thankful for, but the very first holiday after you Dad passes is tough!

Don’t know who needs to hear this but go ahead and use those good art supplies because if you manage to survive the apocalypse you can just scavenge replacements from a dead artist’s hoard.

The trailers do it a grave disservice. The Diplomat is excellent television.

Here I thought my plate was full caring for my grand kids during the day, my newly widowed mom on nights and weekends and getting ready for the holidays. And now I have to prep for a freaking apocalypse also? Why can’t we just choose nice things?