“And here fresh from her performance in Dark of the Moon is our own Christine, type cast as the “Dark Witch!” A burst of laughter erupted...

“I’ll do it!” My husband, after our many years of marriage, wasn’t all that surprised I had volunteered to be the “weather reporter” on our NBC studio tour. It wasn’t as if I was pushing my way into the opportunity. Our tour guide kept urging our reluctant group to join in, and I wanted to help out. That’s just me. Today I have a DVD of myself waving my arms in front of a weather map while reading from the prompter. And I look quite the part too!  We are warned throughout our

“Eww! What’s with the sour milk? It’s not even the due date yet! Pour it down the drain and then run some water for awhile so the smell...

“Please don’t touch!” I snatched my hand back as if the sculpture had turned to fire. Dale Chihuly's glass creations, especially this one that looked like a column of ice, invite the forbidden touch. They are always displayed within reach. This was my first experience with his fascinating works of art, and the guard at the Jerusalem museum firmly set the boundaries. Here I was, a mother who had trained her own children to enjoy but not touch beautiful things, humbled by corre