“Put Neosporin on it,” I advised Francis, who’d jogged 17 miles that day, and chafed his inner thighs raw. We needed a quick solution, because he had a half hour to pick up the babysitter…
marriage
My Raggedy Ann Manifesto
I’d invite Raggedy Ann over for coffee if I could. She would get me. I think we’d be pals.
Dear Starbucks: I have a confession
Dear Starbucks, I have a confession . . . I’m only into you for one thing.
Boot Camp brings friendship breakthrough
Call me pathetic, but this little crumb of friendship success felt like a breakthrough.
Restore “care” to Primary Care Providers