In the cold winter months I mourn, slowly driving by Gerald the Groundhog’s home, knowing he’s hibernating and won’t prance out of his hole to see me. Now his twins taunt me too, so close, yet thanks to groundhog behavior, so far. They didn’t even pop up and wave hi on Groundhog’s Day. And it …

I am a fantastic cook. (Assuming you judge cooking based on the number of hilariously embarrassing gaffes made per dish.) (You do, right?) But of all the things I make, there’s one item I’ve got down – buttercream icing. While I still have to glance at the recipe every few steps, I’ve made the icing …

Have I mentioned I’m pet sitting? It’s the second time in the past month – and no, I haven’t started my own home business. I would just spend an hour debating the merits of a LLP then take a nap. I’m once again helping out Maggie and Kelly’s parents. Maggie? She’s my childhood best friend. …

It’s time for another What Was I Thinkin’ contest. This is Skye, falling on her face as I go all psychologist on her. What was she thinking? But first I must share what happened yesterday at my office. Joy reigned down from the heavens. Broadway show tunes played from the vents. All voice mail was …

Discovering a friend shares your love of Jessica Rabbit, hiking to the top of K2, finding one last piece of candy corn in mid-November – these are all reasons to rock. Not to be confused with discovering your friend shares your love of mini croissants. That is a reason to have a mini tea party. …

Stumbling over rocks in my high heels, feeling the sun’s heat on my skin, being annoyed at tourists – I remember it as though it were yesterday. But it wasn’t. It was a long, long, terribly long time ago. It was a time when I could walk without my shoes quickly becoming damp and heavy. …

A deep, spiritual quote about waves or change or fear of sharks. That’s what should accompany these photos. Yet no amount of Discovery Channel pondering can help me think of one. Visiting Washington state I had ventured out into the freezing Pacific waters, my relatives waiting back on the beach. I’d been in the Pacific …

“I’ve always known Jeff’s name. Sure, I used to confuse him with Chris all the time, but I’ve always known his name.” I argued this one Tuesday night, during a discussion of my habit of forgetting everybody’s name. “Um… you called me John for the first year you knew me” Jeff responded. “Really?” “Yeah.” “Huh.” …

There’s something about a gal who doesn’t hesitate to share all of her personal interactions with the world. I’m not sure why I relate to that. I just do. Griffin’s memoir talks about her childhood, her time in the Groundlings, her marriage and subsequent divorce and her plastic surgery. Nothing is overlooked or brushed aside. …

I took this photo as I pulled into my driveway on Sunday morning after having spent six hours driving home from NYC. That’s normally a four hour drive, but I pulled out of a Maryland rest stop going North instead of South and didn’t notice for over half an hour. I would blame my embarrassing …