Getting ready to binge all of the Season 3 episodes of The Handmaid’s Tale, I decided to introduce my husband to the series and invited him to watch with me starting at the beginning. He said he’d give a couple of episodes so see if it was able to capture his attention. The biggest surprise…

My daughter was working at the AMC Theater when the movie, Bohemian Rhapsody, was released. Because she sometimes had to clean the theater, she caught the ending of the movie more times than she can count. After seeing the movie, she came home talking about it. My husband, ever eager to reinforce the music war…

I despise this coping mechanism. In the middle of any crisis, small or large, someone will invariably tell you that things could be worse. Hell, I’ve used it myself, I know. It is meant to bring comfort and sometimes it does but mostly, it fucking doesn’t. Of course things could be worse. Absolutely everything, short…

Talking to my dad, I mentioned an upcoming trip to Omaha. Him: And, [my daughter]?! Are you leaving her alone?! Me: Ummm, she’s going to be 21 years old in a few months, so… yeah, I’m leaving her alone. 🤨