Over a year ago, before we even turned the big 4-0, four of my college friends and I were planning a weekend trip to celebrate this birthday milestone. After discussing various options, we decided upon French Lick for our girlfriends’ getaway.

My husband is in love with another woman. Her name is Esmerelda.
I named her.

Whether we want to admit it or not, many of us have gone shopping and been faced with the same frightening, and perhaps, embarrassing dilemma.

I woke Bill up the other night by laughing in my sleep, he told me the next day.

Each night many individuals fill coffee makers with water, pour their flavor preference into a paper filter, check the clock against the correct time and hope it will automatically begin the next morning’s sequence with freshly brewed coffee. It should be ready at first light, so slipping into a comfortable bed for restful sleep is logical.

I’m always coming late to the party. For instance, I began liking the Beatles’ music after they broke up.

The expected battle between the two powerhouse Sprint Cup teams of Joe Gibbs Racing and Hendrick Motorsports failed to materialize during the Daytona 500, but drivers in Dodge’s that stole the show.

As I grow older and have to deal with all the responsibilities that go with being an adult, such as paying bills, cleaning house and going to work each day, I sometimes wish I could go back to the days when life was less stressful.
I look at my younger family members and realize we could learn a lot from watching and listening to them and how they see life through a child’s eyes.