Ever have one of those moments where you realize that you’ve heard about something for a really long time, and yet you have no notion of what that thing really is?  And that the thing you had heard of is something that, given your background, age, or proclivities (or all of the above) is probably [...]

My mother has a hilarious (and dead-on) take on the aftermath of the NH primary. 
If statisticians had any idea about the NH psyche, they would have thrown in or invented a perversity factor.
You tell ‘em, Mom.

I have been accused of being difficult.
Control your shock, please.  I’m speaking of something specific.  Both my husband and mother have told me that purchasing gifts for me is fraught, since I tend to buy the things I want for myself, with some alacrity.
So it was with great forbearance that I put James Taylor’s “One [...]

Oh, I’m so proud.*  My hometown made the big-city newspaper. 
This is why Northern Exposure, in all its loony, small-town glory made perfect sense to me.
*You do see the correct use of sarcastic font, don’t you?

Well, here’s a screamer of a headline: “Hollis Tightens up Rules at Transfer Station.”
Shorter Nashua Telegraph: don’t hang out at the dump.
Smug big-city folk can stop snickering.  Yes, we hicks really do consider the town dump to be a social center.  It’s also a great place to get a cat.