A few months ago, I noted that some of my teeth were beginning to chip.
Dear Peppermint Patty, your behavior at Thanksgiving took the cake. Or should I say, took the pumpkin pie?
The plan had been simple. My dad, a mechanic, is a state inspector. My car was due for its annual inspection.
There’s an old folk tale called “Stone Soup,” and you might be familiar with it.
The season is winding down and now more than ever, we must guard against becoming complacent. Practices seem redundant and many times become boring.