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Wardrobe “Dis”Function
Another shirt had watermelons all over it and some man in a grocery store line had the nerve to tell me he loved my melons. I admit it. Sometimes I feel like I am only half woman. You see I…
The Tao of a Couch
That couch became the background for Christmas photos, dozens of birthday parties, bridge-playing get-togethers, garden club gatherings and countless occasions through a score of years Any decorator worth her myriad of swatches would advise reupholstering, at a minimum – slipcovers,…
My Great Escape
I long to read my book without fear of being interrupted by conversation, phone calls, or ding-dong doorbells. Viewers snicker at a prominent insurance company’s television ad campaign. In the commercial, as Cheryl watches her she-shed burn down, she vows…
Out to Lunch
Because I know her parents don’t approve of her having candy, I took her aside and in a conspiratorial tone, I said, ‘Georgia, if you poop in the potty, Ama will give you candy.’ My college roomie from 45 years…
What’s Wrong with You?
You see, I’m single – single and 37. And the thing is, as crazy, sad, or hard to believe as it may sound, I’m happy – fulfilled, even. Juggling paper towels, toothpaste, and a six-pack of Pellegrino (or was it…
Thank You, Sister Friend
When I entered the conference room, I hoped no one could tell my knees were shaking, as I approached the twenty-five writers seated at four long rectangular tables laden with laptops, yellow lined tablets, and pens. It had taken two…
Beyond Spaghetti
I asked my mother why she broke the spaghetti. I expected some culinary explanation that had evolved from years of experience in home cooking. I was cleaning my home office for at least the fifth time in a month. How…
A New Grading Scale
I’ve been keeping this list for years. And I’ve never gotten an A. Not even once. For ten years, I was an elementary school teacher. I taught kindergarten for a year, second grade for two years, and the rest of…
A Real Pain?
I was bleeding from razor nicks, my man’s chest looked like a baby’s bottom, I instantly began to itch, and she was sorry. Not nearly as sorry as I was. I thought I was indestructible, invincible, invulnerable, a real superman –…
Find the Good in it
Next, I had to psych myself into thinking positive. Yes, I have cancer but I am not in pain, I am still going about my daily life doing all the things I love to do, and I’m able to spend…