Christmas is generally not my bag, but I do like the time of year.

In memory of Jared Alexander. Ramble on.

My whole life people have been telling me, “You’ll be so glad you’re tall when you’re older!” I wonder how old I have to be to experience this gladness, because it has not kicked in yet.

There really wasn’t anything I didn’t love about Brownie Scouts.

There are lots of great things about being a woman, I’m sure, but the only one I can think of right now is not having dangly bits between my legs.

I found out the truth about Santa Claus when I was 5 years old the way I do most things: the hard way.

Shortly before my grandmother died, a few years after we ate the last jar of that jelly, I asked her why she had never dated or remarried after my grandfather died when she was still in her early forties. She didn’t hesitate before she answered, “Because I only loved one man, and the son of a bitch went and died on me.”