“How do I look?” my husband asked, putting his hands on his hips and strutting down the marine supply store isle snuggly strapped into a new life vest. As if he was on a runway in Milan, he stopped, pivoted, and looked at me with a “come hither” stare. “You’ll be the envy of everyone…
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The Silent Treatment
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…
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…
What I believe about Hell and hand baskets