Hey Mama Goose, Wally is a great boyfriend. He remembers my birthday, brings me flowers, little silly gifts, puts up shelves and lets me vent about my malevolent boss while maintaining a concerned expression on his face. He even walks my dog, when it’s cold and rainy. I do get a little twitchy that my mother likes… [read more]
Hey Mama Goose—How I Became an Advice Columnist
Sometimes I think people mistake me for an owl. No lie, true as apple pie makes the heart sing. Owls have the reputations of being wise. Frankly I don’t have any in depth relationships with owls, so I don’t feel qualified to comment. But for some reason I am inundated with emails, text messages and… [read more]