To Lie or NOT to Lie.
That is the question. But, what is the answer? We are told from an early age not to lie. Mostly,…
The Holidays: “Are they over yet??”
Do we have a choice as to whether we are going to enjoy and embrace the holidays or simply “get through” them?
POTLUCKS: Make it, bake it or fake it. The devil is in the details.
Potlucks are a great American tradition. The idea is that people bring whatever they want without being pre-assigned a particular…
You Say “Tomato.” I Say “Wouldn’t Kill Ya to Share!”
Ohioans are fortunate to live in a place with rich, lush soil. Ideal for growing things, like our beloved tomato. The only problem is, the growing season is limited, so for most of the year we have to buy tomatoes that have been shipped in from, well, we don’t really know. But we do know that they are bred to last longer than a season of American Idol. The downside to this longevity is that they taste like anything but a tomato. Seriously. Try doing a blind taste test.
“You never know when you might need that.” Help! I’m becoming my mother!
When I was growing up–much to my dismay—my mom never threw anything away. Anything. Ever. Her rationale was, “You never know when you might need it” or “That can be fixed.”