If you Google me, my name auto-fills with ‘pants’. The first thing people want to know is whether I fit like ‘Dickies.’ I have an uncle named Dickie so there is a small chance this is a misguided fan with deep knowledge of my family and poor grammar. …
The spacious rooms were filled with natural light from the walls of beachfront windows. After passing out the steaming mugs across the driftwood table, she sat opposite me. Taking her first sip from her pink mug, she asked, “Did I give you tea or coffee?” I took a discerning sip…
It was Julia* who rescued me that night on the karaoke stage. While I operate under no illusions that I can sing, I’d thought I could do a passable rendition of Red Hot Chili Peppers’ “Under the Bridge.” …
“I still believe that the unexamined life is not worth living: and I know that self-delusion, in the service of no matter what small or lofty cause, is a price no writer can afford. His subject is himself and the world and it requires every ounce of stamina he can…
My family has a way of not dealing with death. They stop talking about the person as if they just vanished into thin air. One day they are here; one day, they are not. …
I was born three years after my parents gave my foster sister back. As far as my mother was concerned, I replaced her. My father, I’m not so sure. Josie would have been about six by then. My brother, Marc, was seven. …
It’s not a popular opinion, but I sort of hate Halloween. I know it’s fun for the kids, and I love the season. But the holiday, not so much. I’m not fond of a lot of things that seem to make people happy: fairs, clowns, circuses, carnivals, zoos. They suggest…
The new Netflix series, Maid, is the story of a young mother escaping an abusive husband to make a safe life for herself. There are many obstacles in her quest to provide for her child, but perhaps none as large and infuriating as government bureaucracy. More importantly, the government bureaucracy…
Some stories need exaggeration to make them interesting. This one doesn't. Every word is true.
My friend Kelly and I were pregnant at the same time. Our babies grew to be soybean-sized, then avocado-sized, and then spaghetti squash-sized. We had the same due date and figured our babies would be…
I pulled into the line of stopped traffic headed for the bridge. I glanced at my watch: 4:53 pm. Rush hour, but it’s never like this. I could see the bridge in the distance up ahead and to my right. There was no traffic on it, and lights were flashing…
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