You know how some people party like it's 1999? Well, on New Year's Eve 1999, I did something even better, or stranger. While most folks worried about the Y2K apocalypse, stocking up on canned beans and bottled water, I was busy painting myself green and silver and preparing to dance with senior citizens dressed as... Continue Reading →
When Norovirus Turns Your Life into a Helen Mirren Drama
Let me set the stage: It’s a peaceful morning. The birds are chirping, the coffee grinder is sounding like a plane taking off, and I’m feeling great as I am a morning person. That is, until my husband emerges from the bathroom looking like he’s just escaped a Victorian sanatorium. Before I can offer to... Continue Reading →