Not knowing when the dawn will come I open every door. ~Emily Dickinson   My sister and I used to babysit a lot when we were teenagers, and one of the perks (other than looking after cute cherubs of course) was scoping out the fridge or pantry.   After our respective babysitting gigs, my sister and I would then compare the loot we snacked on. Me:  They totally had Chef Boyardee. My sister:  Well, I got Twinkies and Dr…. 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 »