“How’re you doing? Don’t you just miss her so much?” This was the third such phone call I’d gotten in the first 24 hours since my nine year-old left for her first week at camp. “Yeah, I miss her a lot. It feels weird without her.” But I was faking it. The truth… Read More Camper Gone Missing
Here’s what happens when you cross a hypochondriac with the only small town doctor that her crack health care insurance covers: I’d been having this hip pain which I attributed to my running hunched over with a crooked hip from my scoliosis (ahhh Deenie, yes, I think of her often). After one late night… Read More The Hypochondriac and the Crack Doctor
While I would never say I was ever fashion-forward, I never thought it would get this bad. I just got back from the grocery store when I realized I was still wearing my pajama top. I did take the time to put a bra on, but then why did I put the pajama top back… Read More An Unfashionable Report
“So how do you like it here?” she said pouring me more coffee. I’d been here less than six months when I was invited for coffee by a mom I didn’t know. She was tall, blonde, and liked to talk about martinis and golf. Other than that, her invitation was as unfamiliar as she… Read More Choosing a Clique Wisely
Small Town. Small Times. 