Just Connect Me, Dahling!

Verella awoke to the sound of her wrist ringing. Her wrist wasn’t really ringing, but the compact instrument strapped to it demanded her attention in a screechy, nagging tenor. “Yes?” she whispered groggily, pushing her RESpond button. Her other hand rubbed her temple...

Homemade Chicken & Biscuits

  I found this recipe online, Jodi-ized it, and now I want to share it. Once you make it, you’ll probably add it to your family favorites. It’s fast, easy, and my family loves it. I don’t make homemade biscuits anymore because the flour seems to...

Train Ride of Shame

The place was London – spooky, thrilling, pompous, historic, charming, expensive, wonderful London with its razzle-dazzle intertwine of ancient and pop-cultural life. Hubby and I walked trillions of miles through downpours, sprinkles and blazing sun to see the Royal...

The Albuquerque Turkey

As you probably already know, it doesn’t matter if you’re the most beautiful, or the smartest, or the most gifted of turkeys . . . you’ll most likely be eaten. My fellow turkeys don’t seem to mind; after all, they say—we all wind up in Turkey Heaven and...