My mother hates it when I tell people how much I spend on things. For example: Friend says, “That’s a great outfit, Lisa.” I say, “Well get this — I bought the shirt on clearance at TJ Maxx for $11.99, and I found these pants along with an electric carving knife, hardly used at all,…
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Caught speeding: Indigestion until proven guilty
The vacation was over. After a week of roasting in the Carolina sun and indulging shamelessly in happy hour beverages and nightly feasts, we packed our sand-sprinkled suitcases, a gluttonous stockpile of leftover food, and our elephant-skinned bodies into our minivan for the brutal twelve-hour drive back to Rhode Island. As I zoned out, munching…
Realizing it’s not all about me
“Honey, my job is a priority,” my husband reminded, after saying that he would not be home to help me pack for our family vacation. Every summer, Francis’ work seems to get in the way of our annual beach trip. It’s become tradition for me to do all the planning, packing, dog-kenneling, kid-nagging, and driving…
Survival of the Friendliest: Evolving As Women
February was not the best month to PCS to England. It was 1996, and due to a housing shortage, we spent four gray, drizzly months living in RAF Alconbury Air Force Inn. Every day, I paced that dreary base hotel and sat with our one-year-old baby at the nearby Anthony’s Pizza, waiting for our new…
What I believe about Hell and hand baskets