Bad Habits

By Patti Parish-Kaminski, Publisher I am acutely aware that my brain works in mysterious ways.  I percolate on such random things in my little mind in a rather unique fashion, and many times, these odd perspectives just come out – unadulterated and unfiltered.  I would say they give voice unexpectedly,...

Domestic Bliss?

By Patti Parish-Kaminski, Publisher Much like the culinary arts, domesticity has always eluded me.  Just so we’re clear, it is not my fault.  I was raised by a mother who worked outside of the home always, and in her infinite wisdom, procured people to take care of the house, the child, the yard, the...

Ho, Ho Hiding

By Patti Parish-Kaminski, Publisher I finally did it.  After years of threats – and promises – I’ve now acted on said promise. Or shall I say, acted up?  That’s a valid argument truth be told, but either way, I did it.  I ran away from home. I fully understand that my actions have consequences...

Locked and Loaded

By Patti Parish-Kaminski, Publisher It was bound to happen.  It was the inevitable next step in the holiday hustle.  So, I’m not really certain why it was such a shock? You know what they say about the best laid plans.  Well, I had a solid plan in place.  I was in the process of implementing said plan...

Christmas Carnage

By Patti Parish-Kaminski, Publisher Every once in a blue moon, Mr. Kaminski is gone for a couple of days on business trips.  Now, of course, I proclaim that I am going to miss him dreadfully, and that I’ll likely just cry myself to sleep every night.  It’s these little embellishments that keep a...

Ho, Ho, No!

By Patti Parish-Kaminski, Publisher ‘Tis the season already – and it’s only mid-November.  Everywhere I look the holiday hustle and bustle is in full swing – and has been since early October.  Whatever happened to Thanksgiving?  You know the day we eat way too much and watch the big parade where...

Fridge Faux Paus

By Patti Parish-Kaminski, Publisher I have a long-standing hate relationship with household appliances.  Now I know you think I’ve made a mistake and left out a word, meaning a love/hate relationship.  But I assure you, there is no love in my relationship with appliances. Mr. Kaminski is in the loop...

The Art of Aging

By Patti Parish-Kaminski, Publisher I kicked off my 59th year with words.  I know, shocking.  But the origin of the words is what is perhaps the most bizarre. At the stroke of midnight on the big day, I found myself both reading and digesting an incredible book – one that I had never read before. ...

Broke or Woke?

By Patti Parish-Kaminski, Publisher Over the course of the weekend, I broke something else.  Apparently, I’m a pro at breaking things.  At least that’s what Mr. Kaminski says. Drawer pulls are a constant.  I’m always pulling those things off.  “I’m strong,” is my response to Mr. Kaminski’s...

Time Out

By Patti Parish-Kaminski, Publisher Exactly when did getting a “time out” become a bad thing?  Sure, I remember putting my babies in “time out.”  They hated it.  Having to sit in a corner for a few minutes with nothing – no toys, no tv, no tablet – nada.  They thought it was the worst thing...