This was not the blog that was supposed to be written this week. Or, I guess put in better words, it was not the blog I had planned to...

Perhaps it’s the time of year, perhaps it’s the endless rolls of wrapping paper and ribbon that are blocking the aisles at the stores, or...

There once was a youngish mooch who had lived with her parents far past the point either mother, father, or even she had expected. With...