In the fall, a whiff of fallen leaves evokes echoes of marching bands and whistles blown. We feel the cold aluminum bleacher seats and the prickle of wool scarves. Like Pavlov’s dog, our mouths water, imagining hot coffee at 8 am soccer games and chili dogs at football halftime. As soon as our kids show…
Book Review
Apples, Oranges and Milspouses
I know what you’re all secretly wondering about me. So, why don’t I address it right off the bat. Yep, your suspicions are correct — I do weigh over 150 pounds. I’ve worn double-digit sized pants since the eighth grade, I have a brick of Velveeta in my fridge, I can’t remember my times tables…
Shooting for the Stars, and Stripes
For a brief period of my life, I had a briefcase, a secretary, and a view from the 18th floor. I thought I’d practice law in a big firm for a while, then settle down to a quaint small town, where I’d hang my own shingle like Matlock. (Sans the seer-sucker suit and sideburns, that…
The Secret Life of Moms
“Did you have a good summer?” clusters of moms in the high school lobby ask each other, then simultaneously give the required pat answer, “Yes, but it went by too fast… I wish I had two more weeks with the kids.” We wave good-bye to our children, then head to our minivans, presumably ready for…
What I believe about Hell and hand baskets