Carole Townsend(Not So) Common Sense
Bunnies, eggs, chocolate and eternity
By Carole Townsend

I saw a funny video the other day, and in it, a little girl (maybe 4 years old) was asking her dad about Easter and what it means.

"Why do we give chocolate bunnies to people when obesity is such a big problem?"

Carole Townsend(Not So) Common Sense
There’s no place like home
By Carole Townsend

My husband and I just returned from a trip to Tennessee, to see family. My family, to be specific; my sister, brother-in-law, nieces and their children live there. As always, we had a lovely time and as always, we left feeling that we wish we lived closer to them.

Carole Townsend

(Not So) Common Sense
There’s a fascinating world just beyond that phone screen
By Carole Townsend

The mall is one of my least favorite places on earth. I dislike crowds. Mall teens in groups usually annoy me. And there’s a whole lot more merchandise under that one roof than I have money to buy. I just don’t see the point of it all.

Carole Townsend(Not So) Common Sense
Sorry, I’m (over) booked
By Carole Townsend

Are you good at multi-tasking? Are you one of those people who can rise at or before dawn, work a full day, handle family business and finances during lunch or on the road, return phone calls during a grueling commute every evening, then attend or host one or two meetings a week – then get up and do it all over again the next day?

(Not So) Common Sense
Run on ahead; I’ll catch up.
By Carole Townsend

I’m a dog person. That one short sentence says an awful lot about somebody, but it’s true. I’m a dog person through and through. Don’t get me wrong; I love all animals (even cats, only because I think somehow I’m commanded to), but dogs just melt my heart. They are everything that’s good, and nothing that’s bad, in our natures.

Carole Townsend

(Not So) Common Sense
The race is on
By Carole Townsend

Thanksgiving is in the rear view mirror, and as I heard a woman remark the other day as I ran into the supermarket to pick up a few things, “the race is on.” Oh my, just hearing those words makes me get all knotted up inside, because the woman was referring to the Christmas season. That’s the race that’s on.