Comedian Pam Stone can be reached at firstname.lastname@example.org
My wife is addicted to Facebook. She’s on that damned thing every time I turn around. Even if we’re watching a movie or a TV show or something, she’s checking it every chance she gets. If we’re in the car going somewhere, she’s checking it on her phone. I don’t do any of that stuff. I’d rath…
Dear Aunty Pam: My husband and I are fans of your column and decided to let you settle our dispute, and we’re both giving our own sides of our argument. Please help before we kill each other.
I am not the first to say it, and for this I am very glad, but it appears there is a community spreading occurring in our little town as well as those surrounding it.
Dear Aunty Pam: I know you’re a church going gal (when you’re not drinking prosecco) and my wife and I were talking about this virus, how it’s like a plague, and we were wondering, do you think this is End Times? — Believer
DEAR AUNTY PAM: I’ve just come home from having a Starbucks with a friend and I’m feeling a little miffed. We are both stay-at-home moms and we both work part time in between. The reason I bring that up is so you know neither of us makes a lot of money.
I’ve become quite the fan of Dr. Anthony Fauci, the head of the National Institute of Allergy and Infectious diseases. You’ve probably seen him sitting or standing to the left of President Trump during press conferences. Not normally the George Clooney type of pin-up for yours truly as he is…
When Paul’s sister, and Michael’s mother, Liesbeth, as she was affectionately known, passed unexpectedly last week it was a sucker punch for all concerned. Hadn’t we — Paul’s eldest sister, Guusje, and extended family — all just been texting backwards and forward excitedly, the day before, w…
Dear Aunty Pam: I need an answer right away, please! I always swore I would never meddle in the relationships of friends, but a couple of nights ago, I was on Facebook looking at a video a friend had posted of another friend’s Valentine’s party (at a bar, somewhere) and there, in the middle …
Oh, those little behaviors that sneak into ones — or let’s be real, my — vocabulary that signify the advent of becoming an “old timer.”
It’s been suggested, despite our dogs being litter mates and pledging allegiance to each other first, with nary a second thought for Paul or me, that they are suffering from separation anxiety.
Most of the stand-up comedy I do these days is at private, corporate events which are quite pleasant: professionally run, appreciative, a quick turnaround. Perfect for someone whose goal is to not only work as little as possible, but desires not to be gone long from home and hearth.
Dear Aunty Pam: So I’ve re-entered the dating pool by going out with a man I met online (after meeting some truly awful ones) that I’ll call “Aiden” since everybody else who writes you seems to call their men, “Bob.”
Ignorance of the law is NO excuse, so let this be a lesson to all of you would-be drivers of giant wieners.
When you live in a house with four cats and two dogs, who shed with the same prolificacy as Charlie Brown’s Christmas tree lost its needles, one must (let me rephrase: “I must”) in order not to look like a complete slob, vacuum.
Dear Aunty Pam: I could just smack my husband! He promised, without clearing it with me, that my son could have a bloodhound dog puppy for his 12th birthday! I’m not against dogs, I love them, but a bloodhound is a huge dog to have in our house. They slobber everywhere, and my son is not alw…
Prior to traveling home from a turn around trip to Seattle, I, as usual, purchased a paperback to while away the four and a half hours spent flying the friendly skies.