I talk too much. I’m the kind of person who has to fill awkward silences. Who can’t tell a story without all the excruciating details. Who chats endlessly at base social gatherings, then wakes up the next morning, slaps her forehead and says, “Me and my big mouth.” I’m not exactly sure why I’m this…
Holidays
Good “old” summer vacation
I don’t “need a vacation from my vacation,” but after two weeks in a beach cottage with my extended family, I could really use microdermabrasion, arthroscopic knee surgery, a colonic, and a full course of psychotherapy. Vacations just aren’t the same when you get older. When I was a teenager, I came home from my…
Airing dirty laundry while on vacation
“Whose are THESE?” my slim sister-in-law says with a laugh, holding up a large pair of underwear from a basket of warm laundry from the dryer. Voices ring out from around our vacation beach cottage. “Whoa! Not mine!” comes from the couch. “Me neither!” broadcasts from the staircase. “Mine aren’t THAT big!” emanates from the…
Freshman Orientation and Other Alien Mind Tricks
My son was recently abducted by aliens. These strange creatures from a far off land lured him to their institution, garbed him in their apparel, and claimed him as their own. To make matters worse, our son went with them willingly. Even worse than that, my husband and I have agreed, through a complex combination…
