Hopeful Hem Sewing is not one of my talents.  I consider it a dangerous sport.  Somehow, whenever it is me versus the needle, the needle always wins.  I always walk away with blood dripping from my finger.  Sewing machines frighten me.  I know all it wants is my...

Broken Bottles Breaking things seems to come naturally to me.  Not that it is done on purpose, of course.  I think I am one of the few people in the history of the world who has broken a marble statue while dusting.  I still remember the figurine.  It was one of my...

Faithful Foreigner We had a birthday tradition in my house when I was growing up:  everyone else completely catered to you.  Your wish was their command.  It began the moment you woke up until you went to sleep.  We still do this for one another.  It is fun to allow...