My fish was dying – again. This would make it my third fish to die in two weeks. I grabbed the fish bowl and my coat, ran out and hailed a cab. With icky, fishy water sloshing all over my lap, I directed the cab to the Old Town Aquarium. I ran in the dark store panicking as… Read More How to Handle a Fishy Friendship
When we first moved here, I didn’t know what a Hosta was. My new neighbor, Karen, told me. That first spring, still stunned by the loss of my career, I looked out at my new yard and felt helpless and stupid. I was lonely, bored and completely overwhelmed with all the little green shoots popping up, taunting… Read More A Tale of Two Gardens
There’s this thing about a mother’s intuition. We’re supposed to listen to it right? Not too long ago, a new family moved into JCrewville. They are young with two cute kids. I’ve talked to the mother several times. She seems sweet and church-going. I’ve been careful to watch my language around her. Other than a little small talk however, I haven’t… Read More One Mother of a Playdate
My daughter Caroline recently informed us she was adopted. Apparently she used to live with her “First Family” until they were “killed and eaten by a deer”. Now, she’s announced, she “has to live with us”. I think she’s mostly okay with this fate, although occasionally we’ll be going somewhere and she’ll comment nostalgically “Yeah, I used to… Read More Beware of Killer Deer
We’ve started going to the pretty church in JCrewville and oy, what a scene. I had been resisting going there because it seems claustrophobic to spend time on Sunday with the very same people with whom I’ve spent Monday though Friday. Come the Sabbath, I’m looking for a break. But here I sit, surrounded by all… Read More Peace and Quiet
Small Town. Small Times. 