An open letter to my family members and friends who live in snow-free locations:
Hello! I hope this note finds you well and happy.
Gosh, who can believe we’re almost done with 2019. It’s been another whirlwind year at Casa Kimerer!
Say, as a special favor in the spirit of the ...
It’s such a huge adjustment, really; going from high school to college.
I mean, the move alone is a major modification to life as you know it. Everything you knew before of regular old existence at the homestead is turned completely upside down, physically and, you know, in the ...
The irony is not lost on me, November. You erratic, inconsistent, tricky, slippery little bugger you.
There is hardly a more contrary, divergent month than the 11th, my friends.
If November was a comedian, he’d be Don Rickles.
You remember Don Rickles — he was a pioneer in the realm ...
Everything I need to know, I learned from “Legally Blonde.”
Well, not really.
To be fair, I’ve gone down this path before with some of my OTHER all-time fave flicks, including, “Moonstruck,” “Shawshank Redemption” and “Shrek.”
Yes, “Shrek.” It’s surprisingly ...
After glancing down the other day, it occurred to me the life I’d known to that point, had ceased to exist.
There they were. Live, in Technicolor and unmistakable — my grandma’s ankles.
I’m not sure why, but I remember what they looked like. Strange.
I just recall looking ...
Do you remember The Fixx?
They were a London-based new wave band — well, new back in the early 1980s, anyway.
Oh, and when I say new wave, I’m not necessarily referring to their hair, although I could be, clearly. Those boys had bangs you could land a 747 on, I tell ya.
In fact, only ...
I’ve been called many things in my life.
Several of which are unfit to print … or even post to social media … or speak in front of your priest.
But that was mostly when I was little and sparring with my sister, Gina. Okay fine, when I was getting whooped on by her, whatever. ...
I’m good with the people stuff, as it were.
No, I’m not bragging. I’ve never thought that was a very good look.
Tooting one’s own horn = bad form, egotistic, patently rude and just kinda icky.
Now, if I’m gushing about the sheer wonderfulness that is my child, well, that’s ...
Remember that “Seinfeld” episode when Jerry rented a car at the airport but, upon trying to pick it up, was told, “There aren’t any cars. We ran out.”
Jerry built an entire schtick about how anyone can TAKE a reservation, but it’s really the HOLDING of the reservation that’s the ...
Well, clearly, I am in denial.
If I’ve done it once, I’ve done it two dozen times.
In fact, during the course of the weekly e-bulletin I write at my day job, I did it thrice.
THREE TIMES in a single newsletter!
Yep. Just as I do every year around this time, I keep accidentally referring ...