Starshine (a.k.a. Lisa) called during our party Saturday and asked me to put a brush in the mailbox. I thought she’d gotten lucky and needed a moment to de-tangle her sexy long hair. The next morning, though, I found out the truth: she was locked o...

I keep telling Mr. Wonderful we need to have a party every three months. Why? So we’ll deep-clean the house, that’s why. It’s only been a little over a year since we hosted our wedding party here, and the house sparkled that day. Since then ...

Seems easy, right? I swear, though, it is always after I "hit send" that I discover some normally easy-to-spot, elementary error in my drafts. Because of this I've developed a little submission anxiety. It's uncalled for, I mean no editor h...