Do You Believe That They Believe?
A week ago, the Rubins dined at a steakhouse even though the family matriarch (that would be me) doesn’t eat red meat. But I throw my…
Read articleOuch! Glad That Was ‘Nut’ Me
What is it about guys and their jewels? Not only are they obsessed with everything in that general vicinity, they think a smack to the sac…
Read articleMy Closet Has Skeletons. Literally.
Spring-Cleaning Rebirth New day, new month, new lightness. Oh, yes, indeedy, the Rubins have molted. We have shed our heavy domestic skins in favor of a…
Read articleReflections Of A Woman At A Magic Convention
First Impression: Where are the women? Answer to First Impression: They’ve been replaced by playing cards, trick ropes, and coins. Interesting Factoid: I still hold sway…
Read articleShort And–Well, Short Anyway
It’s New Year’s Eve day. You have better things to do than hang around here, so I’ll keep it brief. Two things: 1. Joanna Rocks Author…
Read articleAn Unexpected Gift
A few weeks ago, Mr. Rubin arrived home with a gift. For me. Removing his tie, he greeted me in the den and said, “I saw…
Read articleKindlegraph And Offal
Today, I offer a bit of dignified and a bit of crap. I can’t stay away from the latter—not with the testosterone overload in my home—so if you’re…
Read articleMr. Nasty Pants Gets Bested By You And Haiku
My pantaloons-challenged fiend has resurfaced. Right on schedule. And although sharing the latest confidence-bashing session feels unprofessional, I promised to blog honestly about my transition into…
Read articleFootball, Wieners, and Offal
I’m a bit out of sorts lately. You see, my baby is away at (American) football camp. For a week. With only a few nights post-vacation spent…
Read articleReturn From The Allure Of The Seas
Let’s start today’s post with a question. Where does one go to: Eat his or her own weight in food? Drift over Haitian beach water, sprawled…
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