My mailbox has a sign imprinted on the door that says, “Approved by the Postmaster General.” I was relieved to see it, although I am surprised that the Postmaster General has time to worry aboutwhat a mailbox looks like in Birmingham, Alabama. I picture the poor man sitting at his desk as people parade in nonstop saying, “How about this one?” I’ve seen pictures of mailboxes … [Read more...]

By Sue MurphyI have come to the realization that I will never be a hand model. I’ll never be asked to showcase a cubic zirconium on QVC. Just add hands to the list of my body parts that would be considered subpar on the advertising list.My feet, my last and final hope, are beginning to look as old as the rest of me. For a while there, they seemed almost viable, … [Read more...]

By Sue MurphyFor Christmas, my sister gave me a box of plastic straws. I may have mentioned to her that I was frustrated by the sporadic outage of long straws at Starbucks. Okay, I may have harped on that fact repeatedly. The short straws don’t reach the bottom of the vat of green iced tea I get in the drive thru almost daily, and the off-again-on-again availability was … [Read more...]

By Sue MurphyThere’s a kindergarten song that starts out, “There’s a spider on the floor, on the floor …” With each verse, the pretend spider makes it farther up the child’s body until it hops off the top of his head and the song starts all over again. That’s the way it is in kindergarten. The songs never end. I thought about that the other day when I looked … [Read more...]

By Sue MurphyBoy, I had fun over the holidays ton of ice cream in the sink to melt and ... and boy, does it show. I don’t want to brag, but I may have graduated to an entirely new pants size. That’s not good, of course. Health issues and all that. Nope, it’s time to initiate the Dot Diet.My Aunt Dot is a certified force of nature. At age 89, she is trim and … [Read more...]