"Help me, help you. Help me, help you. Help ME help YOU!" I silently thought as my mother-in-law insisted she'd take out her own trash. (This phrase is my most recent mantra from the movie, Jerry McGuire. For me, it's almost a prayer.)
I know my husband loves that funky, sweaty baseball hat, but please, there comes a time when man and hat must part company and I think we've reached that moment. (This feels a lot like when my kids had to say good-bye to their binkies, but didn't do so without a a fight.) The truth is that no matter how well loved or attached we are to our "security blankets," it's important to recognize when to let them go . . .
Just between close friends, is it wrong to have a crush on another man after nearly three decades of a fulfilling and happy marriage? I mean, he's young, he's cute, he's accessible, and he's prompt - what more could a girl ask for?
Maybe there's no law that says ice cream makes almost everything just a little bit better, but it does, so I'll be the first to admit that I've had more than my fair share of mocha chip this past week.
"Your dog's in a lot of pain," Dr. Fine kindly explained, "and there's no easy answer."
Jill headed back up the mountain to Tahoe to retrieve her car yesterday.
After catching a ride to the Hyatt Regency Hotel in Incline from the South Shore last Friday afternoon, we waited for several hours before finally being told by the mechanic, "Well, I guess that wasn't it; but I won't be able to figure it out until Monday when I can get other parts from my supplier." (Say what?)
Julie Gardner, referred to as, "the pulse of Piedmont," has been writing The Piedmont Perspective for 11 years.