by J.H. Mae A RINGING PHONE is not a welcome thing in my house. It usually heralds a conversation with someone I don’t like, news that someone’s sick or dead, unpleasant family gossip, or maybe – my favorite — a telemarketer or wrong…

by J.H. Mae I’M FINALLY THE proud owner of a health insurance plan. It covers nothing, but if I get a kidney stone or break my coccyx, I’m covered. Thanks, Obamacare! This isn’t an anti-Obamacare rant or a blushing endorsement, I’m…

by J.H. Mae MY TWO-YEAR-OLD nephew absolutely loves my husband. Every time we’re at his house, the boy takes him by the finger and leads him onto the living room floor, and they play with Legos and blocks and Matchbox cars until my…

by J.H. Mae THE OTHER DAY I saw an author on TV promoting a book he wrote about how we’ve all been lied to about the health benefits of drinking milk. I guess I’m supposed to bow down to this man – he’s clearly more educated than me –…