I was chatting with a friend the other day about the first day of school when she told me that the mothers at her daughter’s school were crying at drop-off. Did you hear that? They were CRYING! “What?” I half-laughed/half-swallowed my tongue. “Should I assume they were tears of joy?” […]
I curse. Sometimes more than I should. Sometimes just to loosen the passion phlegm that gets stuck in my throat after reading a sanctimonious tale. That’s what happened yesterday: I choked on an article that someone had written with an egotistical pen. She was angry in her words, with me […]
I was standing in front of the mirror the other day, gazing at what used to be two gorgeous arrays of copper and bronze. They had grooves in them now, my legs, outlined by thin blue lines, and they were beginning to look more traveled than the pants that Christopher Columbus was buried in. […]