What’s the Worst that Could Happen?

“Carol Ane, what’s the worst that can happen? The meal will be overcooked? Undercooked? Someone will notice that our house isn’t clean and be horribly shocked? We won’t manage to hide the clothes under the bed before the guests arrive? We’ll forget to brush down the cobwebs in the living room? Someone will take a good look inside our refrigerator? C’mon Carol-Ane, they’re our relatives! They’ve been here before! …continue reading


Adventures in Babysitting: Part III

I’m not sure that the young parents recognized our house when they returned. Or perhaps it looked eerily familiar. There were toys all over. Tupperware, spoons and turkey bashers could be found in random places. Dirty dishes were piled in the sink, and on the counter… …continue reading


Secrets and Lies and the Men Who Keep Them

My husband was keeping secrets from me. He was hiding things. “You guys were in cahoots.” I yelled. Six of us were sitting around a deck. It was high noon, late July, and the day was oddly cool, with a gentle breeze…. …continue reading