Humor Archives - Karen DeBonis

Today, I needed a distraction. My emotions are so close to the surface, I can’t even watch or read happy and uplifting stories without crying because they remind me how much is at stake

My brain can’t multitask. It has folders for important information, and if the folder is closed, new data doesn’t get in.

Michael will be watching the game with me. He’ll make a big fire in the fireplace, we’ll gather some snacks, leave any dishes left in the sink, and forget about returning phone calls. It will be a nice evening together, but I know I’m not the most thrilling Super Bowl companion.

So here are five promises I made to my husband to help maximize his viewing experience:

When I did my Thanksgiving shopping earlier this week, I brought my grocery list as usual, but this time I also had paper coupons, and electronic coupons saved on my Hannaford app. I bought almost twice as many groceries as usual, and it took me twice as long, but hey, I saved $20. The next morning, I…

Two years ago, I started a blog called The Well Nested Life; this month, I’ll close that site down. I’ve moved all my blogs over to this current site, so I’ve retained my words, but I have to say goodbye to the dream. Closing my blog feels like I’m losing an old friend. With some brainstorming…

I was a gardener long before I became a writer, and it’s still one of my passions. It’s why you haven’t heard much from me lately–when the nice weather beckons me to the garden, I go. Last year, I wrote about the deer that wreaked havoc on all my hard work (in the garden, not…

Since I failed (reconsidered) and revised my goal to post daily this month, I was challenged to figure out how to name this post. It didn’t seem right to call it “Day 12” or “Day 13” in sequence after “Day 11,” which posted May 12 (because I missed May 1). And it was too odd to…

Today, I’m expanding my writing world by attending a session of the New York State Writers Institute to hear Cokie Roberts, illustrious journalist and broadcaster, speak on Writing about Women’s History. The only women’s history I plan to write about is my own, but I’m happy for the opportunity to connect with other writers. If…

I posted the story below last March. All that’s changed this St. Patrick’s Day is that my sons are a year older, and I guess that means I am, too. It’s a little late in the day for the morning tradition I describe, but never too late to enjoy a good story. I got a…

I overslept this morning, Valentine’s Day, getting up not too long before Michael, my husband, left for work. When I came down to the kitchen, on the counter sat a big red envelope on which he had drawn my name in a heart pierced with an arrow. I had intended to be up before him…

Humor

Distraction in the time of COVID-19.

When your brain can’t multitask.

Super Bowl promises to a fan from his non-fan wife.

Milk this Thanksgiving for all it's worth.

Letting go of a dream.

Gardener, writer, writer, gardener, not always in the same order.

Brain Tumor Awareness Month, Day 19

When in need, a friend beats technology.

Green milk and a pot o' gold.

Self-acceptance and spouse-acceptance on Valentine's Day.