I call it perceived, or perhaps created would be a better term. William and Kate made a point of going to that church in the same party as Harry and Meghan instead of in the Queen’s party. That is a pretty big vote of confidence and solidarity in royal circles, because they can never say anything flat out…

Also, they are living in Canada, not the U.S.

My grandmother once managed to put a half bbq chicken in her purse. We took her out to a rotisserie restaurant and once the food was in the table she took her napkin patted her lips, dropped the napkin on her plate and slipped the chicken into her bag that was opened on her lap. We continued to eat and just had to…

I had a childhood friend whose mom always made unsweetened Kool-Aid and you were supposed to add SACCHARINE TABLETS to your glass. Tasted like the inside of your oldest purse.

Accccctually, Charles I was the one who lost his head during the Civil War. Charles II was the monarch after the Restoration. He did die in agony, however, for what it's worth. 

Making hot salsa in a hot kitchen, went to wipe sweat from brow with a paper towel as I maneuvered over to put mitts on to pull a boiling water pot off oven.

We were having a friend over for dinner and I SLAVED over a coq au vin. I had my husband, friend, and squealing baby in a high chair all gathered around the table when I set the pan of rich chicken, gravy, and vegetables down on the table. The Pyrex exploded into a hundred tiny shards of glass. Logically, I’m sure it…

Are they going to set an age at which you may freely choose to read a thing?

I have the song the nazi band plays at the book burning in The Last Crusade running through my head. Hitler’s Dangerous Art exhibition worked out real well, why not Dangerous Books?

Oh sorry, yes I shouldn’t have left that hanging. They were found and safely brought back. About 15 years later, their little brother was also a victim of attempted kidnap(injured, but the attempt was foiled). Never a dull moment in my family.

I was a leashed child and probably alive today because, as my mom put it, three kids in two years and you were the runner. She was just too tired to chase me...

They used to be called “leading strings”, as in; “Young Master Monty is still in leading strings”. And this was loooong before cars.

There must be an end to that story; what happened to the cousins in the end? Were they ever found and brought back?

More people need leashes for their kids. 

A good and great man.

I was invited to a friend’s White Elephant party one year with a really big group. I thought it was for silly gag gifts but after people started opening them, I realized no, people were getting fairly nice stuff, like a small immersion blender, a set of tumblers with a bottle of wine, etc.

The giver was my father, not me, but this is still a great story.

My stepfather was an abusive brute, who loved to give “gifts” that would be “useful” rather than outright kind. Hence the wheelbarrow he gave me one year for Christmas.

I didn’t try to be insulting, but one year for my sister I bought a recipe book for cooking with beer. My sister is, uh, a lot. In a way I’ve never been able to really describe well. She is kinda a hippie type (not in a rich GOOP type way, like she was born a generation too late to be a never-shower Deadhead), can be…