READING BETWEEN THE PINES

If life's about the journey, does it matter how many bathroom breaks you take along the way?

Let me start by inserting a spoiler alert. I wrote this after shotgunning about a gallon of NyQuil. Yesterday I was bragging to my husband, Scot (who’s fighting off a tiny cold and is bedridden for the foreseeable future…likely until America pole vaults off the fiscal cliff) that due to my impervious genetic make-up, I haven’t …

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Let me start by inserting a spoiler alert.  I’m writing this having just shotgunned about a gallon of NyQuil. Yesterday I was bragging to my husband, Scot (who is fighting off a tiny cold and is bed-ridden for the foreseeable future, likely until next year’s elections) that due to my impervious genetic make-up, I‘ve not …

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