“Hey, your hair looks GREAT,” he said. My face flashed hot as I fumbled for a response. “Um, thanks? It’s ah, I er, wha…it does?” I saw fear in his eyes. “Didn’t you just get it done?” he said. Suddenly my daughter and his daughter appeared behind me. We’d been standing in the doorway, waiting for his daughter… Read More My Marriage, My Burka.
I can’t get it together to write a post. I’m overwhelmed. I need to go running, do 25 loads of laundry, sweep the gobs of cat hair off my stairs, buy two more linen napkins and a can of red spray paint to paint the thistle I clipped for my Christmas urns. (Do I need to… Read More I love you and I hate you.
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
When I was living in Chicago, I went through a lonely period. All of my good friends had left the city to settle down, and I was still there, working at this small ad agency that was going out of business. Almost everyone had been laid-off, so I didn’t even have co-workers to hang out… Read More One is the Loneliest Number
Small Town. Small Times. 