Hey Mama Goose, I have a MAJOR MAJOR MAJOR problem! Where to start—–my sister Natalie and I are identical twins. From the time we were born our parents were determined like Hitler was determined to invade Poland that we would be treated as stand alone little girls. Dressed alike—never. We had separate bedrooms. Get this, they… [read more]
Hey Mama Goose Food Advice Column
Hey Mama Goose Strange as it seems my problem is someone being too over the top nice. That category of nice which is tangled in a multitude of twisting strings. ‘Roselle’ and I live in the same apartment building across the hall from one another. I’m an unmarried male and she’s a married female, whose husband travels four days a week. Coincidentally we… [read more]
Hey Mama Goose Advice Column—Boss Coming to Dinner
Hey Mama Goose, My dilemma? My husband’s boss is coming to dinner. Classic situation, right? My reaction to the news— Pure unadulterated terror—-like the ax murderer has broken down the door terror. Merely thinking about the event triggers a hyperventilation episode. Thank the heavens for my Lamaze breathing exercises. Oh yes, did I mention I… [read more]
Hey Mama Goose Advice Column
Hey Mama Goose, If you knew Suzie like I know Suzie is the beginning of an old song and also the name of my oldest and dearest friend. We bonded in kindergarten, when we smacked foreheads as we simultaneously attempted to kiss Dickie Gogan . Sixty five years later that bond remains super glue strong.… [read more]
Hey Mama Goose Advice Column
Hey Mama Goose, If everyone took the time to read all the unsolicited internet messages which land in our inboxes like storms of locust, the nation’s gross national product would take a dive. So daily I press delete, delete, delete, and poof they disappear like David Copperfield. However one morning nesting in the midst of silly… [read more]
Hey Mama Goose—Yes Virginia There Is A Santa And His Name Is Jim
Hey Mama Goose, Guess what? There really is a Santa Claus whose face glows with loving good cheer and whose blue eyes actually twinkle. So he doesn’t blow his cover, he calls himself Jim, when he is not suited up. Every year I take my two grandchildren to the local department store to get their… [read more]
Hey Mama Goose Advice Column
Hey Mama Goose, I have been in a relationship with Kenny for 3 yrs. Two years ago when Kenny was down sized, he moved into my condo. Since we were planning on moving in together anyway and eventually getting married, it seemed like the logical solution. He was out of work for a year. During… [read more]
Hey Mama Goose Advice Column–Sour Lemons
Hey Mama Goose, I got fired. Not merely laid off, but down in the dirt fired. Fired as in, don’t bother to finish the day out. Get your stuff and go. Did I deserve it? You decide. I work for a woman or I should say I use to work for a woman. I call… [read more]
Hey Mama Goose Advice Column—The Goth Speaks
Hey Mama Goose, I need help right away!!! My fifteen year old son, The Goth, who hasn’t spoken to me since he was thirteen—except one grunt for yes and two grunts for no— requested a lunch tryst this weekend, because he wants to talk. What??? Talk??? At this announcement I felt my face morph into a… [read more]
Hey Mama Goose – Advice Column Food for Forgiveness
Hey Mama Goose, I have been bush whacked by someone I trusted. I work for an advertising agency. My friend, or the person I thought was my friend aka She Who Speaks With Forked Tongue, and I are the only women on an all male team. Some days we felt like we were defending the Alamo. We would… [read more]