I’m on vacation with my family and I’m in the lobby of the hotel waiting for them to shower. I found a computer with free internet service so I thought I’d steal a minute to check in and report my favorite quote from vacation so far. After a long weekend in Farmington, CT we drove… Read More Boston
Check out my Clematis. It just started blooming the other day. I’m from the midwest so I say “Clem-aaaatis.” Martha Stewart, on the other hand, says “Klehhhm – atis.” But my friend’s neighbor once said to her (true story), “Did you see my Clitoris out on my mailbox? Isn’t it beautiful?” I don’t know about… Read More Let’s Call the Whole Thing Off
Yesterday I went to see the dermatologist. I have this suspicious mole-ish thing on my temple that I wanted checked out. It’s small, but I’m a fair-skinned blonde who spent decades laughing at the sun. Now in my forties, I take anything remotely mole-ish very seriously. After some routine questions from a kind, empathetic nurse,… Read More Why Else Would She Say That?
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
I had my first garage sale over the weekend. It was beyond exhausting, but what surprised me the most was emotional part. I was not prepared for it. It was like watching “This is Your Life” except that greedy strangers appear and snatch up your memories and haggle over them. There was this one… Read More Garage Sale of a Lifetime
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
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
Small Town. Small Times. 