Thanksgiving is one of the three days a year on which I do the cooking. I’m sure it’s a total coincidence that this morning my family is developing a treatment for a cooking show.
“I know! It’ll be called ‘Ms. Frazzle’!”
“Tagline: ‘This gravy isn’t my best.'”
Topics of discussion on the way to Trader Joe’s with an eight-year-old
Why I Love Talking to Alice on the Phone
Because It’s All About the Silhouette