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…
Memories
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…
A Tale for Those Left Behind
Their eyes were locked on me, reading my every thought, prying at my secrets, peering uninvited into my soul. The light over the table swayed, uncomfortably bright. Beads of cold sweat sprouted along my hairline. I braced myself for the inevitable interrogation… “How do you like the pork chops, Dumpling?” she asked, with a nonchalance…
What I believe about Hell and hand baskets