My phone rang this week, and for once, it wasn’t my kids or my husband or my mother or my carpool partner or my in laws or one of those pre-recorded doctor’s appointment confirmation messages. “Hey Lisa, what have you been up to?” she asked. I was dumbfounded. I had not received a purely social…
Memories
The Sandwich Queen
About a million years ago, I had a career. I had a briefcase, an office, a secretary, and a view from the 24th floor. I did research, argued motions, interviewed clients and attended the firm holiday party. My name was on the wall in the lobby. But then, when I least expected it, something happened….
Farewell to Rinse and Spit
I placed the magazine nonchalantly in my lap and covered it with my purse. With one hand pretending to grope for a tissue, and the other hand secretly holding the desired page, I began to tug. I stopped, fearing the man across from me heard the initial tear, but just then, the doors to the…
Surviving the Storm of Terrorism
As the victims of Hurricane Irene repair their flooded homes, new winds over the ocean whip in circles. Some will peter out, while others will twist and writhe into gigantic storm cells that threaten our coastlines. This pattern is repeated year after year, and we cope with the destruction as life goes on. This year,…
