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We all have a friend like Katarina:  the one friend who you can truly be yourself around, the one person you can tell anything and she w...

This time of year does it to me.   When I am in the mall frantically looking for the “perfect” present for all those people on my gift lis...

People ask me all the time what my pen name, “MOV,” means.   They think it is something mysterious and glamorous, or possibly illegal.   ...

"That Time We Thawed the Ice-Cream Cake for Two Hours."  You're welcome.  MOV (And while you are here, maybe read my las...

“What about the dolls?”   It should be an easy question, right?   When your sister asks you about your deceased mother’s dolls and you ...

I finally buckled and bought myself an iPhone.   After years of sharing a single flip phone with The Husband, it was time to catch up on the...

My mother was a quirky sort.   You either loved her or you hated her, sometimes both simultaneously.   She pissed off waiters but the m...