Time to pull out the sweaters, scarves and maybe even a parka. It is summer, the season when I am cold most of the time.

Gas prices are forcing me to contemplate potentially dangerous and stupid things, like riding my bicycle to work every day.

Today marks the fifth anniversary of my graduation from Mary Baldwin College in Staunton. Today also marks the fifth anniversary of my last day in purgatory, also known as my three-year career as a waitress.

My mom called me on Friday afternoon from my youngest brother’s high school graduation reception, back home in western Nebraska.
“Well, Cody’s officially getting a diploma,” she said. I could hear the rest of my notoriously loud family in the background, telling jokes at Cody’s expense.  “Do you want to tell him congratulations?”