Each week I aim for optimism in my posts. But some weeks I feel like gloomy Eeyore.  I doubt the positive message.  I feel like a poser, or a Pollyanna.  I wonder if you’ll think,   Who is this woman handing me these rose-colored glasses?   Because sometimes behind that optimistic message I feel defeated, frustrated.   These were supposed to be stars and other assorted cut out cookies.   This past week was no exception.  There was a moment… Read more »

  According to my first diary, this Saturday is Rob Lowe’s birthday. Apparently on March 17, 1984, I had a lunch of lamb stew and then spent an afternoon flying a kite and swapping scratch and sniff stickers with my sister.  Then later I got together with Rob. Um, via collage. When it came to crushes and boys I put a lot of emphasis on luck and wishing and okay occasionally praying to certain patron saints in the name of… Read more »