NFL Divorcee Week 3: Hell At Its Freshest

On a Sunday afternoon, I'm sorry: using the sofa requires pants. Even if all friends, family, neighbors, coworkers, deliverymen, acquaintances, and Jehovah’s Witnesses always call before coming, why should only a layer of frayed cotton separate furniture from testicles? Brad's stand was not wearing pants, so we compromised on a

NFL Widow Braces for Week 2

The start of the NFL season puts me at the end of a tunnel looking for a light, wishing that it were a train that will run me over. I shouldn’t say that. My kids need me. Last Thursday Mom was coming over to use my computer. Thank God she got