Drive Thru Coffee’s Slow–Make It Driveby

I look at the clock on the odometer. I want to stop for coffee. The drive thru is right there, beckoning. It'll just take a minute. It's quicker if I run in.  I look again. I'm already three minutes past my time--I'll have to make it up on the highway. Can I make up...

Only One Blue Cheese? Struggles in a Small Town

I went to the local store for buns and blue cheese. There was only one kind of blue cheese. My heart stopped just a little bit. I panicked and shuffled the cheeses around a bit. No Stilton, no Roquefort, no Maytag? No local vs. French dilemma? Just two choices: that...

Honesty Is Such A Lonely Word

"Honesty is the first chapter in the book of wisdom." --Thomas Jefferson I was reading a message from a friend who wants to improve his product.  I said I'd give my honest opinion. The other day, I looked at a website. I said, "Looks good--news features are solid, a...

Can Too Many Veggies Kill You?

I stop. I look around my garden, which just six weeks ago was a 44x33 section of lawn. Odd dimensions, I admit. Rusty bought a tiller for my birthday and turned over the soil. Best birthday present ever! Since moving to the sticks, every gift-giving occasion, we get a...

Breaking Up the Band

We were playing guitar, last night. My husband is a classically trained guitarist. I'm an untrained disaster. It's a perfect combination. Sort of like The Monkees, who I loved growing up. One musician and a cute front man. I'm the cute front man. I can strum, play my...

Thanks for Teaching Me to Gamble, Grandma

I've been playing cards for a very long time. My Irish grandmother taught me when I was about five, and I'm sitting down teaching Declan now that he's reached the golden age himself. He's not ready for poker--he doesn't have a poker face, just one smeared with honey...

Jobs Where You Can Succeed Even If You’re Awful

I do a lot of career counseling, even though I'm technically a social studies teacher. Students ask what they should do with their lives. They seek validation and a good plan. Many come to me far too late. I've been trying to have this personalized conversation for...

Coffee is Teacher Crack

  Coffee is teacher crack. I'm about to make 30 cups and line them up on the back of my desk. I don't only double-fist cups of coffee, I "quad" them. This is a technique I saw once in college, where the individual rehydrating himself carried four cups, two in the left...

We (Don’t) Got the Beats

"Miss, come here." I do. "Can you please explain to him why he's stupid?" said friend about friend. "Elaborate? Give me the details of this conversation?" I inquire. "He's got $80 headphones." friend says. Now, I am the queen of coupons, the maven of money-saving, the...