An Off Day

You know those days?  Those “off”days?  (not even remotely related to “A Day Off”, by the way.) Today was one of those days. The inauguration that I wanted to be happy about experiencing for it’s historic value but sat through with a knot...

Number One Helper

Growing up, my dad called me his “number one daughter.”  I always rolled my eyes at this because, uh, I’m his only daughter.  It didn’t seem to carry much weight for me. (I am, after all, a praise-aholic.  It needs to be REAL to count, for the...