Carolyn L. Dean

"Are you done now?" he asked, arms crossed over his chest.
"Just about," she answered, and then turned to the mayor
and stuck out her tongue. It was juvenile, it was ineffective, but she wasn't much at swearing and giving the mayor the finger just wasn't her style.

Her voice dropped to a conspiratorial whisper. "You know, she's not a bad person, excepts she forgets to vote and she does grow the marijuana down in her chicken shed."

Amazing how some things in life could be made better by just chocolate chip cookie dough and a purring cat tucked behind her knees.

Sometimes family isn't the people you grew up with. Sometimes it's the people you meet who become part of you.

Some days, you just need to have an impromptu wine party at home with girlfriends.