Since I retired, life has not been the hamster wheel it used to be. Now, I leisurely get out of bed at the civilized hour of 7:30, make my cup of tea, feed the dog, and get on social media for self-promotion purposes in the strict time…
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I grew up in the junk food era. Fast food had just come out, TV dinners with those funny little foil coverings debuted shortly after, and chips and snacks galore were being produced in handy “2-packs.” I remember having slumber parties with my sister and cousin, and…
Cathy Skendrovich’s Award-Winning Chili Not everybody can claim their chili is award-winning, but I can. I won first place at my church’s chili cook-off in 2012 for the best darn chili, and no one in my family can forget it. I won’t let them. It…
I’ve never been much for travelling. I like short vacations a few times a year, but if they go much past a week, I start getting antsy about going home. Travelling means living out of a suitcase, and using unfamiliar, often awkward, bathrooms. I like my…
I like all types of music. I can listen to country, classical, Top 40, Eighties; you name it. It drives my husband crazy, because he only listens to Oldies (though my country is rubbing off on him). But when I’m writing, it’s a whole other ballgame. Most of the time…
I’ve always been a fan of TV shows. I grew up on The Wild Wild West, The Partridge Family, and Knight Rider. My sister and I would fangirl over TV heartthrobs like Robert Conrad, David Cassidy, and David Hasselhoff. We’d rearrange our schedules to make sure we didn’t miss…
“Oh, dear God, if you see fit to get me out of this alive, I promise I’ll never, ever sleep with a guy before marrying him!” This improbable prayer shot from my lips the first (and only) time I ever rode the Matterhorn roller coaster at Disneyland. I was…
It’s been a long time since I’ve heard pick-up lines directed to me, being married for thirty-one years, but I have two college-age sons who are girl-magnets. That’s not bragging, either. Both boys can walk into a store, or library, or anyplace, stand and look befuddled, and within five minutes…
“Women in Glasses Seldom Get Passes” I started wearing glasses when I was eight years old, when Nehru jackets were cool, baby, and The Beatles were becoming hot. I remember moving from (at the time) rural Bakersfield down to southern California, where my second grade teacher eventually caught me squinting…
You’re sitting at a red light in your car, rocking out to the latest Jason Derulo hit through your earbuds, when the passenger door of your car (which you never lock) is yanked opened, and a man jumps into the empty seat. He points a gun (or knife) at you…